We’re trying to navigate the road of being a one-car family since the accident. I thought it would be easy with both of us working from home but between driving kids around, meetings and errands, I’m finding how much I’d just get up and go whenever I wanted.
And confirmed I’m really really not a homebody because I’ve been stuck at home more than I’d like.
Fortunately, my neighbor Monica saved me from the house and suggested I show her the Ralston Creek Trail on our bikes today. I woke up bright and early this morning to pump my tires, which, as I’ve mentioned before, is one of my Top Five Least Favorite Things To Do right after moving, dieting and dying.
We loaded up our bikes into her SUV and drove to the trailhead. And then,
“Uh oh.”
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Look,” she said, pointing to her two flat tires.
She encouraged me to go without her but I stubbornly said I’d wait while she drove back home to pump her tires (it was too much of a pain to load both bikes in the back of her vehicle again).
And so I waited. And waited. And waited some more.
Eventually, she showed up…with her husband’s bike.
“What happened?”
“I couldn’t get the air compressor to work. It needs a different valve.”
“You have a road bike like mine and need a presta adapter to pump the tires.”
“I called Jamie to come help but he was busy. So I called my husband (who is out of town) and he said to just take his bike.”
In the end, we had a great ride but leading up to that point? It was hanging out with myself.
And not in a good way. 
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