Don't ask me why I decided to put this photo here. I just love it and hadn't had a post to use it until now.
So, yesterday the OLD man I call “Eric”, “Amor”, “Moniato” or “Mr. Erikipushkin” turned 28. He didn’t want a party, but I was determined to give him a day he would enjoy, so I took him running with me. Ok, that part was probably more for me than for him, but we got to discover all the new land our Uni has bought and the paths that cover it (and feel like we were way too far away from home while we had not run over a mile). After that we took our bikes and went to the beach to eat. Eric loves riding his bike but he rarely gets to do it. I learnt how to ride last year and I’m still scared of the thought of possibly planning to think to consider riding my otherwise really pretty bike:
But hey, it was his day! So, off we went to the beach. We live 5.5 miles away from the sea, and while it shouldn’t be hard, after a longer than usual run in the morning I reaaaaaaaally got tired on my bike. Oh, something that contributed to my pain: at the lowest position, my saddle is at the height of my waist. That means I literally have to jump (and fall hard on the saddle) to get on the bike. Which means my butt HURTS. Anyway, once we were there, despite the fact that the sun was covered, it was 85F and windy and I was exhausted, I really enjoyed spending some time together in the middle of the week, being outside and exercising, getting to talk, laugh and just relax… until Eric looked at me and said: you know? I think we should get going. I asked why and he said, very slowly: Because it’s uphill all the way home. When we finally arrived, I swore I wasn’t granting him any other exercise related birthday wishes. I’m so tired I’m about to fall asleep while typing this!
You know how easy and great some people make it seem? Well, I’m not sure who is responsible, but I DO know that this is all a conspiracy to exterminate the human race. Because you know what? EXERCISE WILL KILL YOU.
Buck up, sister! You’re on a roll. Don’t let one sore rump and a headwind deter your new (and fragile) exercise habits!
Other than the exhaustion, Eric’s birthday sounds perfect. Actually, in my disturbed and masochistic opinion, even the exhaustion sounds exhilarating.
PS. I’m loving the
today.
Oh, and I LOVE that photo. Where did it come from? Is it yours?
I took it last year! I thought she was a time traveler or something like that and suddenly felt the urge to go buy a swimsuit like that one. Only the fact that I have no idea where to get those stopped me.