Whee!

I took last night and this morning off, because I've only been doing this for a week now and was starting to feel a little noodly in the leg just thinking about riding. I don't want to over-do and wreck myself - I'm not in great shape </understatement>. I felt really *twitchy* on the bus home yesterday and to work this morning, and was so so glad to be back on my bike this afternoon.

And it was a lovely, lovely ride. Jorge, the sweet and charming maintenance guru at the bikestation, topped off my tires (forgot to bring my pump) and when I grumbled slightly about seat height, he did a fit for me right on the spot. Adjusted everything, and gave me some really good advice about where my feet should fall on the pedals and how to hold my heels for a more efficient ride. He also told me to take my bike back to the LBS I bought it from and exactly what to tell them in terms of tightening and stretching and what-not. It was really educational - I sound like a dork, I know, but riding a bike for transportation at 33 is a lot different from riding a bike for fun at 17, which was the last time I rode a bike before last week.

This trip felt great - I made better time, and felt better doing it. At first, my right knee wanted absolutely no part of proper form, and complained extensively, but it got used to it after about a mile and I settled in for probably my best ride yet. It was cool out, just cool enough to scare some of the moms and tourists back inside, and the lake was beautiful.

I love my bike.