Monday, March 12, 2018

Iora O'Sciuridae

While I think rabbits are cuter and more fun to watch - - despite the fact that they are destroying one of my shrubs in the front yard - - we all know that I have a kinship with the Sciuridae family. Well, kinship might be a strong word. Relationship. Bond.

Ever since I biked over a live, running squirrel and had that other one run through my spokes, I swear they are out to get me.




I was greatly relieved, when watching the Olympics, to learn that the squirrels are out to get others. It isn't just me. This seals the deal, though, that I will never try snowboarding.



(This is my first attempt at embedding something from Twitter into a blog post. If it doesn't show up, you can go to the link to see the Squirrel at the Olympics.)

So, why am I all reflective about squirrels? I'm getting squirrely. I need this snow to melt. I need to get out on my road bike. I was looking through my notes from the past couple of years. On March 4, 2017, I did a 46-mile road bike ride to Stillwater. On March 13, 2016, I took my road bike 41 miles after going to yoga and had my second flat tire that week. On March 15, 2015, I rode 51 miles! Maybe this year will be like 2014, when my first real ride was on March 29.

On the bright side, since I haven't been on my bike, I've been able to practice my Irish dancing more to gear up for next weekend's festivities. Hopefully there won't be any squirrels at our shows.

Iora (Gaelic word for squirrel)

I'm planning a team meeting for our Bike MS team right after we dance on Sunday. Maybe I'll go in costume. That will make things a little more interesting!

http://main.nationalmssociety.org/goto/MS150Maggie2018
http://main.nationalmssociety.org/goto/Maggie2018TourDeMN


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