A date on two wheels

Yup it was christmas yesterday. Yup spent Christmas eve stuffing myself with the noche buena meal meaning mashed potatoes, steak, spaghetti and salad. To top it all off M. invited me to have lunch in his lola's house the next day. So as he suggested we exercise first before leaving for Forbes. 

Since he hasn't seen me using the Christmas gift he gave me what better way to spend time than by biking around the area. I have to confess haven't really been on a bike in a long time. This month has the been the only serious biking I've done in quite some time and not a very religious one at that. Sporadic biking doesn't really get you anywhere so I told M. to be a little bit careful around me. He promised sure, no serious roadways just around the village. On the top of my head I was thinking maybe 30minutes biking would be good. That would burn out all the stuff I ate prior. 

Surprise. Surprise.

We biked for almost 2 hours for a distance of 30kilometers. Me on the racer and him on a mountain bike. It was a really really fun date. I have to admit I'm competitive and really wanted to race him. But of course you never show your true colors on the first try. Maybe when I'm a little better at this I'll challenge him. We even reached all the way to westgate, all the way to Palms. Keeping inside my village's roads wasn't enough I guess that we decided to have our own adventure. I've never been outside the perimeter walls of A.Hills so cruising along Zapote until Madrigal took guts and courage on my side and an immense trust that M. won't get me killed. We didn't die. Proof is I'm writing this blog now. We did have fun though. There is a short incline after the Palm's entrance near Laguna Heights where we concluded our adventure. We found a real safe and deserted road near Manongs to do some lappings. M. says 5 laps of that road would be good training. 

My success yesterday makes it seem possible I could join a duathalon...bike-run. M. says, I'm taking his word for it since I don't trust myself, I could even try a triathlon. That means I have to work on the swimming part. I'm not that much a water baby, as my baby is. Wow yesterday's exercise-capade really open my eyes to the possibility of actually joining these kinds of competitions. That's me going out of my comfort zone right there, taking myself on a limb. Let's see. 2009 can hold a multitude of posibilities.

keeping my eyes on the prize: killer legs and an ass!!