The Ill Conceived Idea Part 2

I was told in no uncertain terms that I needed to finish the story that I started a couple days ago.  Sorry, sorry, sorry it took me so long.  Don't worry my "adoring fans" I am back and am here to finish that which I started.  Please forgive me for leaving you hanging for soooo long (I would put an emoticon here of a smile with a tongue sticking out, but I didn't want to go through the effort so therefore I spent more effort writing out the fact that I didn't want to take the effort to put an emoticon here).

Now back to the story.  If I remember correctly I had finally made it to the bike path to continue my arduous journey across 3 cities to my brothers house.  It was smooth sailing from here (well sort of).  The path was actually very nice.  There weren't many hills and since it is fairly new it doesn't have any rough parts.  Just flat cement laid out for miles ahead to be ridden or walked on.  I guess you could do a number of other activities like running or rollerblading or even skateboarding, but since I don't participate in any of those (mostly for my own safety) I tend to focus on those riding their bikes or walking along looking at the scenery which was quite resplendent when I would look up from staring at my handle bars.

Mile after mile the cement just continued on ahead of me.  How much further was it?  I swear it didn't look this long on the map?  At least I'm keeping up with those 2 bikers that look like they do this a lot.  That's a bonus.  I'm not lagging behind or peddling so slowly that I might as well be walking.  Boy is my backside starting to hurt.  I never noticed how painful my small skinny bike seat could be.  These were just a few of the thoughts that ran across my brain as my legs just kept moving up and down, up and down.

As I peddled along I started to realize that I was getting close enough to my desired destination that I would need to leave the path sooner rather than later in order to not pass up the road I had to take to make it to my brothers house.  I didn't want to go further north than was necessary, that would have just been dumb.

Instead of going too far north I timed my exit of the bike path just a couple roads too early.  As such I ended up barreling down a very steep hill and realized that I really should have planned my exit better.  It was not a good idea to be going so quickly down a steep hill while not wearing a helmet (no, I did not have a helmet...dumb, I know).  All I could do was pray that I wouldn't hit a bump that would make me fly over my handlebars and hold on for dear life.  I made it to the bottom.

Once I was solidly on a flat road again I came to the knowledge that I still had at least 2 miles to go if not more.  I put my head down and watched the light on the front of my bike brighten up the way in front of me.  Did I mention that it was now getting fairly dark (another reason that I am no good at judging time)?  I continued to pump my legs in order to keep going.  I then reached the point in my trek that I just couldn't make myself go any further.  Yes, I only had probably a little over a mile left to go but it seemed to daunting.  I had to call my brother to rescue me, which he was wonderful and did.  It was so good to sit in a nice soft truck and be driven the rest of the way.

The final facts to my tale include the points that I was crazy sore the next day,  I had the weighting notion over my head that I would most likely need to ride my bike back home at some point, and I still had at least a partial day of working in a hot warehouse to get through.  Good thing I made it through the work day, I muscled through the pain, and my brother was kind enough to drive me home.

I told a friend that I was no longer allowed to attempt such an en devour unless I had worked up to it first.  And thus ends this adventure.