Watch What You Think!

Today's bike ride was supposed to be a 30 miler, and I decided to go out with my hubby for some moral support. We plotted our route and then headed up Marine Drive to this weird industrially section of the city I had never seen. At exactly 15 miles as we were crossing a bridge of some type, a thought occurred to me, something like, "Now that I know how to change a tire (since my coaches MADE us do it before our brick last week by sneakily letting the air out of all our tires while the other coach was giving us a talk--I was the last one to start out that brick, by the way), I wonder when I'll actually have to change one on a ride." Within a minute, I got a flat. And I didn't play the helpless female and punt it to the man, which I fully admit is what I usually do when it comes to anything mechanical. I handled it entirely myself, well, almost....he did help me figure out the CO2 cartridge do-hickey thing, but then I filled the tire myself. I felt so capable, thoough of course very grateful for Chris' minor assistance and support! It didn't end up being quite 30 miles, because after fixing the flat, it started to get dark, and I didn't have lights on my bike, so we coasted home as quick as we could. What an adventure this is!