Happy Place

I had a break down.  I had to do it.  There are no other options.

The time change and dark roads filled with eighteen wheelers has forced me to put my bike on the trainer. 

My trainer is not an expensive one and super loud.  I tried training in my yoga dogo but the upstairs acoustics amplifies the spinning bike wheels. Da mister strongly encouraged me to go outside.  The dilemma will be when it really gets cold.  I will deal with it then.

People have told me that they hate trainers.  It is like running on a treadmill and going nowhere.  This morning as I sat on my trainer, I was reminded of the trainer miles I rode while training to ride across America.  I had to get miles on my legs and this was the only way. 

This is my happy place- on my bike.

Home Sick

It would be a lie if I said I love it in Carrizo.  Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband and I love being in the same town with him but I miss San Antonio.  I miss my friends and family, hot yoga, and commuting. 

There is an unsettled feeling that hangs over me and I wonder around the house looking for a comfortable place.  I have tried to keep my routine of walking Roxy, practicing yoga, and bike rides but the eighteen wheelers push me off the roads and yoga is boring when it is just me in downward facing dog, and my dog, Roxy, licking my face.

Da mister has been supportive and he lets me mope around the house.  He has let me make the house comfortable and gives me lots of space to nest.  Definitely, I am still struggling to adjust to the change of pace of a small town that is not my home town.  

My hope is that our new business becomes such a success that I am able to buy a small airplane or helicopter.  That won’t happen any time soon, but it is fun to wish.

For now, I will indulge in reading my friends blogs:  www.feenixgoeswalkabout2013.blogspot.com.