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While Becky packs up some stuff and assures me that there is nothing I can currently assist with, I want to just point out a few things before I’m called upon.
A CVS blood pressure measurer told me that I had a heartrate of 45 bpm. That was after I had been sipping my iced coffee for a while. The benefits of cycling strike again. A previous benefit that continues to today is the occasional but welcomed breaks I get while working in the lab when other grad students ask me about biking. Whether they want mechanical answers or are new to cycling, extreme gas prices have more of my friends viewing biking as the efficient and free transportation that it is and less as a recreational tool. It’s refreshing to see that transformation.
At a cyclists’ gathering this past Wednesday, I miserably lost a round of arm wrestling to another skinny cyclist. Our combined arm circumferences would be tallied in just the first row of an abbacus. Basically, just an exercise in futility. I was challenged to a second bout with a particularly successful, local, female mountain biker but I declined with some feeble excuse. My t-Rex arms are beneficial for the lightweight requirements of competitive cycling climbing but less advantageous for feats of strength. Alas.
This entry painstakingly typed on an iPod touch.