Dreaming of the weekend

UGH! Today is just not going well. Traffic was a bear this morning (I was getting so spoiled with school being out making my commute being a breeze) and now I've royally upset an agency who's Chief is on our Advisory Board. UGH! and ACK! My boss is out of town until next week so I am totally on my own with this one. DOH! I am seriously stressing right now. This is the first time I've mis-stepped in this job and gotten myself into trouble...

[breathe..... breathe..... breathe....]

I'm sure it will all get worked out in the end, but right now I am feeling really unsure and wishing I was not at work today!

Rather, I'm dreaming of the weekend and getting on the contraption that busted my leg last weekend... it's a strange relationship; I love it but it has the tendency to injure me and make my muscles so sore, and yet, I love it! A whole new hobby...

Meet my new obsession... (Paul has a matching one in blue)





Oh, and we have matching shoes. It's a riot. Not really intentional, but we loved the bikes AND the shoes. As long as we're aren't wearing our matching jerseys, I think we're still cool.

Learning to get this

Into this while moving

and out again was easy to learn; but remembering the technique when you have a freak out moment and need to NOT be attached to the bike and causes this

[ok, so on second thought I'm not going to include a picture of my busted leg, just imagine a grapefuit sized bruise with 'road rash' i.e. shredded skin around it, and that's what I got. I did take a picture but I just can't bring myself to torture you with the gruesome sight]