Exercise absolutely should take priority in one's life, and in order for this to happen, the workout needs to be interesting. So there's nothing wrong with our obsession. Dammit.
My best friend from high school came to visit last month with her family. As close as we are, we live totally different lives and our tastes are worlds apart (all of her vacations are Disney-themed, like my worst nightmares.) She's leading the suburban life down south, and I'm the single city gal.
Since I'm not working, she's offered to pay for my ticket to come visit her next month. I mentioned bringing my bike, and she's like, "Oh, my husband's got a bike here- it's from Target, nothing fancy, but you can ride it!" She's thinking that I might not want to ride a cheap bike, but that's not the problem. What worries me is 10 days without trail riding!!
I'll be in a whole other state, a guest of hers in her big house. Far be it from me not to be thankful for the invitation AND the ticket. And yet, even though her master bathroom is probably larger than my bedroom, despite the fact that there aren't trucks and motorcycles roaring past her windows, regardless of the lack of stress in general......
It'll be fun, I keep telling myself. Her kids are a riot. She'll crack me up with examples of life in the south. I'll get to attend a Watermelon Festival. And yet, all I can think about is, How can I incorporate biking into this trip?!
I don't think I can, and that scares me. Ten days. Well, she did say there's a bike shop in town, so I think if the DTs get to be unbearable, I could always rent a bike and cut my own singletrack at the local park.