I planned my bike ride this afternoon to end up at the train station to meet Barry coming home from work. As I rode through the fancy neighborhoods of Edmonds I found myself thinking about how much more confident I’ve become on the bike and with traffic.

I was feeling smug.

After riding up and down a few hills I finally had my blood pumping and decided to head to the train station to be ready for My Man’s arrival. Edmonds is a busy place on Fridays, especially because of the ferry and train meeting up in the same area. There was about a 3 hour wait in the ferry line with cars waiting and police men directing traffic. I decided that it wouldn’t be a problem crossing a major intersection where a cop would practically escort me across.

I was feeling strong.

As the light changed and the cop started waving his arms at me, I launched myself off the ground and onto my bike. It was at that moment that I realized that my capri work out pants had caught on my pedal. The pedal that needed to be pushed down and around. Cars were waiting, loads of them, and the cop was grumbling, so I continued to push the pedal attached to my pants. They stretched to a billion sizes bigger than they really are.

I was feeling exposed.

Pushing on, I heard ripping and my leg became exposed and I tried to laugh it off saying something about my pants to the police officer. He didn’t really think it was that funny and I’m sure that I looked really awesome. After the ripping sound stopped, I just decided to keep pedaling and assess the damage later.

I was feeling regretful.

Apparently, the damage wasn’t as bad as it could have been. The pants are no longer a part of my wardrobe, but at least my unmentionables weren’t shown to the waiting traffic/cop. I made it to the train station in time to meet Barry to re-hash my ordeal.

I was feeling committed…..to my bike shorts.

Getting Outside