Yesterday, I really wanted to work out again, but complete paranoia wanted me to give my knee one more day off running, even though it felt much better. At the end of the day, I got an email from Jackie, asking if anyone was interested in a bike ride. It was fate.
When I got home, it had been so long since I cycled I couldn't even find my bike shoes, and my front tire was really low. Not only did I finally use the air pump successfully for the very first time, when I arrived, I also used my emergency pump successfully! After my pumping disasters at my first triathlon and my first flat tire, this was an accomplishment.
We met at Lake Montebello, a 1.3 mile man made lake that I've rode/ran around a million times before. We had a great 9.5 mile ride while chatting and catching up.
We both successfully remembered how to unclip, dismounted, and headed to our cars. But when I arrived at mine, here's what I found.
It was so weird because we were never more than about half a mile away from the car, and there were tons of runners and bikers everywhere. Nothing was stolen, thank god, from my napkins in the glove compartment, to my broken umbrella in the back seat. It was a dented Honda Civic. Did they really think they would find anything worthwhile?
Edited to add: I was JUST about to push publish and realized my makeup case was stolen. FML. Now I have to go to work ugly.
Thank goodness Jackie was there, because she was able to stay calm, take charge, call the police, help me find my insurance card, and basically act like a normal person, while I was totally confused and mumbling things like "uhhh.......glass.....sharp"...."criminal did this?".
In addition to having wonderful friends, I have a fantastic husband who immediately came down so I could drive his car home. He not only drove my car home, but he vacuumed the glass out, taped up the window, and is even taking it to get fixed today.
Did I mention that it was getting dark, and I only had bike shorts and flip flops on, and I was freezing? Luckily the extremely helpful police officer arrived almost immediately.
Of course, as we all know, if your window gets smashed, unless you see the guy do it and are able to tackle him to the ground, the repair is coming out of your pocket.
At least it was a good bike ride.
Since I know all my readers are wonderful and obviously would convey their sympathy, and since this is really not that big a deal in the grand scheme of things, let's answer a funny question in the comments instead.
Would you rather not be able to taste anything, or not be able to hear anything? Discuss.