I don't really know exactly what it means, but that's a lyric from the 19-year old phenom Billie Eilish. (I also enjoyed her "You're italic, I'm in bold" lyric while "dancing" around tonight putting away my laundry and scaring my dog.)
I don't think that Billie was talking about taking a break by sitting down with a bunch of Icy Hot on your back after calling the chiropractor to squeeze you in to massage and manipulate that nagging area above your left hip that's been giving you problems on and off since you hit your 40s. But who knows? Maybe that's what she meant?
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| Billie looks like she might have some back pain. Here, she looks like she has some bigger issues. |
And "not an Oxford comma" maybe means "don't skimp on your sleep like you have been." She's prescient, that young woman.
Just two more nights at home and then my team loads up their bikes, bags, and bodies on buses for Duluth and then rides back home over the weekend. It's always a busy, busy week, getting myself ready, tidying up some logistical details, squaring away things in my work and home lives. The weather looks like it might be okay! I don't even want to put that thought into words as I'm a firm believer in jinxes.
Anyhow, the reason why I'm freaked out about jinxes is that Duluth is colder than Minneapolis and, until this past week, Minneapolis hasn't been particularly summery (e.g., 9 days ago, our rainy ride was in lower-50 temps).
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| My hands two weeks ago after walking the dog. It was 60 degrees, but drizzly. They turn white, then purple. |
But this past weekend! Oh, what great biking. I led 6 others on a 40-mile ride from my neighborhood, along the river, to a cool park, along the river, to a cool park, across the river, up a big winding hill to a park, down a hill to the river, and to a brewery.
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| My teammate Mike and me, modeling our new jerseys at the brewery, so we could send photos to the local businesses that we cajoled into sponsoring us. |
I went home, mowed the lawn, walked the dog, and met friends for a concert at the zoo, where the seating is not ideal and my unstretched, somewhat sore back turned into my back of yore. My back before I went to yoga (which I've been neglecting). My back before I had my bikes adjusted to better fit me. My back before I had the seat that gives me better posture (which I wasn't practicing as I moved around due to not having spent a lot of time on my bike this year and having a bit of a sore butt bone).
But (or butt) nonetheless, Matt and I went for a great ride the next day to Hastings, a small old town along the river. This ride was about 80 miles round trip for me. We had a non-busy route way of getting there, including an amazing trail for the last 10 miles (I never take pictures of it - I just absorb it with all of my senses). The only thing that wasn't 100% perfect were the big patches of gnats, which must have just hatched.
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| The Mississippi in Hastings |
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| I'm a horrible selfie taker! Where's the bridge, Mahoney?!? What you can't see: the gnats caked in my eyelids, along my hairline, and in the neck of my shirt. |
So, yes, I didn't take a break when my back was signaling to me that it might be a good idea. But I'm taking one now and my hip is more in its intended spot.
So, to Duluth we go!
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