This morning I was on a short run at the greenway and I remembered a great story that I feel the need to share. In the shower I came up with a whiz bang moral to the story...Let's try and see where it all goes. I should tell you that if you don't like gross things or cannot handle some sketchy language then this blog post is not for you.
I have a weekly bike date with my boo. It's like we're two 12 year old girls again and we meet up to ride our bicycles once a week except we're not 12... We're competitive 28 year olds training for a triathalon. That's what happens when you grow up girls...j/k...and I digress. We have been going for our weekly rides at the Neuse River trail, which is a fairly scenic route. At the end of the first mile are 2 pedestrian bridges across small creeks. One afternoon as we rode across the second bridge we both noticed this huge, gross, fresh pile of...yep...poop. Instead of turning away and moving on we are both staring at this pile of crap speculating on where it came from, how long it had been there, and how long it would take for someone to run through it...how we would hate to run through it, etc. I was completely lost in pondering this issue when a distinct clanking sound broke into my thoughts. I looked over to realize that my boo had lost her balance while we were awkwardly staring and was bumping along the rail on the side of the bridge. She eventually slid off the bridge, down the side, and somehow successfully managed to not completely fall off or turn over her bike. She's talented. Watching this all happen was pretty nightmareish. Most people probably would have laughed but I couldn't stop thinking how she was going to rocket over the side of the bridge onto the rocks below or slam the pavement and skid. It was scary and I couldn't do anything but watch.
This story has a happy ending. My boo didn't get hurt and we went on to have a glorious stress-free bike ride with a pretty fabulous time (remember triathalon) and we're going back tonight. Now, here's the literal and figurative moral to my story: Don't waste your time focusing on shit (literally or figuratively speaking) or wondering who caused it or where it came from...it can cause you to get off balance, lose perspective, and potentially get hurt. Fact of the matter is that "it happens" and we may have to ride by it or through it at some point so keep good company that can support you if you fall and who make your ride enjoyable.
The end.
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