Since writing my last bike post, in which attempting to ride just about killed me, I have become a bike riding pro. Okay, maybe not a pro in the eyes of actual bike riders, but I did recently pass an obese rider who looked impressed.
Sexy Nerd and I took our bikes out this morning and are so fitness minded that we even passed up the opportunity to buy ice cream when we stopped at the grocery store. Even though it would have fit nicely in my super-stylish basket:
It also helped that we had ice cream waiting for us at home. It still counts as exercise right, even if you pig out on chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, straight from the carton, immediately following your bike excursion? We...ummm...may also have stopped at McDonalds for breakfast during our ride.
I just love those sweet Cinnamelts.