My Last Bike Ride

I spent the better part of this morning crying hysterically because I couldn't ride my bike because my back hurt terrible and today was going to be my last mountain bike ride...maybe forever. (The doctor said I might not be able to mountain bike after the surgery because I'll have less 'padding' in my back). The thought that I had ridden my last bike ride two weeks ago and didn't even know it was too much. I tried to pull myself together before I got to breakfast with the bike guys because I know they like me, but not enough to tolerate me crying hysterically over egg burritos. It didn't really work and I showed up at my mom and dad's still balling. My dad said incredulously, "You're crying because you can't ride your bike?" I wailed, "I (sob) just (sob) wanted to (sob) ride my bike (sob, sob) today!!" He gave me a hug and promised to come put the swamp cooler in the window. I probably could have gotten even more work out of him, but I was too distraught to think that far ahead.

The bike guys made me laugh to try to reduce the swelling around my eyes. First, Clarence by suggesting that the condos in Coronado are "cheap" right now, only 6.5, so we should all buy one next to his. And Bill by reminding everyone that they have to go by the cemetery on Tuesday after their ride to pick up some flowers for me.

The best part of the day was getting the swamp cooler in the window and holding Max. Because he is pretty darn awesome.