So, after I committed to riding every day, no matter what, I was actually really good.  I rode to work every day that week and the following week (although I have to admit, this was only three days because my brother was in town) …

… okay, so it seemed like a lot more consecutive days than it actually was.  But I was definitely on a roll.

Then, on Saturday, we made a surprise visit to see Brad’s parents in Grass Valley, bikes in tow:

don't they look happy?

So, after a nice breakfast (and some subsequent laying around), we went for what was to be a leisurely ride around town.  Now, I’ve been to Grass Valley before.  Brad lived there.  Um, hello, Brad’s parents live there.  But until you try to ride your bike around the area, you really don’t have any idea how many big hills there are.  (There are a lot.  And they are big.)

My bike, cute as it is, is definitely not meant for climbing like that.  (Also, FYI Caltrans, the roads there are crap).  So, what was supposed to be a nice, easy family ride (yes, Brad, I’m calling myself family), turned into a really tough workout for all of us–but especially for the out-of-shape girl with the heavy, 30-year-old cruiser.

After a little bit of nausea and frustration, we all ended up having a good time.  However, as a result, my body just does not want to get back on that bike this week.

And that (in addition to my not blogging in weeks) is why I totally suck.  Part of it has to do with just giving my muscles a break.  But a lot of it has to do with working way too long hours, preparing to leave town for 10 days and general running around all crazy-like.

Monday and Tuesday were a result of feeling poopy and being lazy.  Today is a result of some necessary driving later (yes, driving to get a pedicure IS necessary).

I know I won’t ride Friday because everything will be crammed with trying to catch a flight.  We’ll see what tomorrow brings …