Plan A for Friday was to commute via bicycle for my half day plus and hour OT. However, y'all know that warning they put on the walls of your bicycle tires? The one that says "do not overinflate"?
Well... I... kinda sorta... tested that yesterday morning. One boom too far. One spooked, embarrassed old lady here.
So... Plan B... I would drive it over to the bike shop, get them to fix it, and still have time for the bike commute. And if worse came to worse and they had to keep it because they were too busy to fit it in right away? I could walk to work in the time I had, from the bike shop, walk back to pick up the bike after.
Only I got to the bike shop to discover it wasn't open yet. Its summer hours have it opening at 10 a.m.! Which is late for an early bird like me.
So, out comes plan C... I know why the bike is my least favorite leg of the triathlon, it is my fear of equipment failure. If I understood more of the mechanics, maybe I wouldn't be so nervous about it. I decided I would go home and try popping the wheel off and see if I might consider, have the right tools to replace the tube myself.
I got as far as getting the wheel off and reading the instruction manual for replacing a tube before my resolve poohed out. I'm scared of breaking it. So... plan D... walk to the bike shop, drop off the tire, walk to work, then walk home after? Buzzzzz... thank you for playing... the clock is ticking.
In the end, I drove to work, dropping the wheel off on the way, picked up the wheel on the way home, and figured out how to put it back on the bike. The real victory was getting the brake cable reconnected. The test will be this morning when I take it for a shake down spin.
Slowly, people, slowly... the old lady learns slowly. But she *does* learn.
Oh, and I almost forgot to share some great news: Kelsey is OFF the heart-lung machine! Off the rvad, too. Still on a ventilator, still with tubes for drainage. But this is huge progress to be off those machines. It's been a month today since she first started having symptoms of what they have now called the hhv6 virus. I'm incredibly grateful, and still praying for continued recovery.
LIFE is good. Spark on, my friends!