As I get ready this morning to head out for a ride – my FOURTH DAY IN A ROW ON THE BIKE (*sorry* that was a little message from my lower body…) – I was thinking about ways I found to amuse myself riding long yesterday. Most of them involved using information I had memorized in junior high to distract myself with repetition.
I’m sure there’s some sort of psychological diagnosis for that.
#1: Belting out musicals while riding into a headwind. Jeff was riding behind me so he didn’t hear a thing as I alternated between Les Miserables and Phantom of the Opera. Maybe I was trying to soothe the savage wind? Heh. Not with MY singing voice.
#2: When the sun finally came out as we rode through Morgan Hill, I joyfully cheered, “Callooh! Callay! O frabjous day!" And that launched me into a 30-minute cycle of reciting “The Jabberwocky.” I alternated between mumbling the words to myself and randomly shouting out verses at the top of my lungs. I imagine from Jeff’s point of view, that stretch of the ride went something like this:
*riding along in silence*
“AND THE MOME RATHS OUTGRABE!”
“THE FRUMIOUS BANDERSNATCH!”
“HE LEFT IT DEAD AND WITH ITS HEAD HE WENT GALLUMPHING BACK!”
He’s a trooper, what can I say?
*groan* OK, time to go find the gear I left strewn across the house and car when I was done yesterday and get my arse back on the bicycle. Happy Monday!