Got my Bicycle Back!

My bicycle sat in storage for months because we didn't have the time or money to fix it. It had no brakes and the chain kept falling off so it was very unsafe. We finally found the time to get it to the shop and thought we had the money to pay for the repairs. But it turned out to be one of those months where unexpected bills pop up and surprise you. The shop agreed to hold onto it for another week while we scrounged up some money. Today - finally - we were able to pay the shop owner and get our bike back! Well, my bike. Originally, it was the bf's but he decided he didn't want it anymore so I "inherited" it. The bike is a very cheap mountain bike from Wal-Mart that the bf bought long before he met me. You can really tell how cheaply made it is and he doesn't like putting up with "cheap crap." He wants to buy this $500 bike he saw in the store and swears up and down he's going to save up for it so we can ride together ... but I know how unlikely that is.

Anyway, I am happy and mobile now. I hope to be able to ride to work a few days out of the week but it's about an hour's worth of biking so I don't know how feasible that will really be. I need to get my legs used to pedaling again. I just went around the block today and my legs were hurting. I feel pathetic. -lol-

While I was riding I remembered a game my sister and I used to play when we were younger. All girls want a pony at some point; it's just a fact of life. We were no different, but of course we couldn't afford a pony so we would pretend our bikes were our horses. We turned our playhouse into their "stable" (which my dad thought was awesome because we ALWAYS put our bikes away when we were done riding -lol-) and gave them names. We would have races with them and we would hitch up our little red wagon to the back of mine (I was the older, supposedly more responsible sister) and use it as a cart. We'd pull each other around on roller blades as well, using jump ropes for reins. We would play outside for hours! Riding today made me wish she had been with me so we could play again. I know so many people miss their childhood but how many people actually try to bring it back? If my sister and I remember something we used to do we'll usually pick it right back up for at least an hour or two. Tea parties with stuffed animals, anyone? =)