It was quiet on my walk today...just me and the clouds and the unseasonably warm temperatures. After four months, my walking buddy wasn't at my side to spur me on.
For some time now Wayne has been talking about buying a bike, and I been encouraging him in that direction. One knee has given him problems off and on for years, and while his weight loss has been a great help, we both know pounding the pavement day after day is not the best thing for his knee. A bike would give him a chance to continue burning calories with a little less stress on his joints. So after a little research and comparison shopping, one came home with us today.
Actually two bikes rode home in the back of the truck. No, the second one wasn't for me...I'm quite happy hoofing it around the subdivision. But while we were standing at the bike display about to make the decision to buy one, one of the guys from the neighborhood walked up. It seems John R. was in the market for a bike, too. Now John can be a bit of a grump but he was all smiles when Wayne offered to haul his bike home for him since that seemed to be the only thing holding him back from buying one. Somehow I don't see them making laps around Stonebrook together though.
It's going to be a great addition to our fitness routine. Wayne's an early riser so he can get out and ride first thing, getting his exercise out of the way for the day. And me...I'm much happier walking in the late afternoon. We'll have plenty of chances for getting our miles in together but it's nice that we can each do our own thing too.
So how about a bad joke about bicycles to wrap this post up? Did you hear about the vampire bicycle that went around biting people's arms off? It was a vicious cycle. All together now...groan!