I biked to work!! Yes, that’s right friends, I put my big ol’ hundred-and-however-many pound self on a bicycle for the first time since I was about 12 years old and pedaled myself to work.
This is me, arriving at work:
This is me, a few minutes later, all cleaned up in my professional businesswoman costume!
I’d like to thank God, my mama and daddy, and especially my dear and wonderfully insane friend, Bex Goodwin. Bex…an accomplished bicycle commuter who rides to the ferry, crosses the Mississippi, and continues her ride to work in downtown New Orleans. Bex, who met me for the first time in a Starbucks when I, in the midst of hair-coloring process, had walked in with bright purple goo all over my head and she still decided to be my friend. Now that I think about it, the purple goo is probably WHY she decided to be my friend. She loaned me her first bike, Pearl, and gave me the kick in the butt needed to do this. Bex, my bike mom.
Yep, I looked ridiculous. I was scared outta my mind and pictured myself being run over about a hundred times before I got to work. But I did it.
Guess how I’m getting home?
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