Bike-Yoga-Walk: A Great Pairing... of Three Things

Swollenhamstringassana pose?

What do you call it when three things are put together? Does a pairing imply two items only? That's a question for another day, I guess.

The morning didn't go quite as planned. The bee that stung me in the hamstring while moving out of a downward facing dog pose at yoga wasn't nearly as cute as this little drawing I found online. I rode my bike to yoga today, but of course today is the one day I didn't have my little ziploc with ibuprofen and benadryl. All in all, I was glad to learn that when I get stung I still don't need an epi-pen and was glad that I made it home on my bike without annoying myself too much. Just a little bit.

Although I didn't tack on any extra miles on the bike, my trusty canine companion Piper and I went for a roughly-7-mile walk with Marcy along Minnehaha Creek to where it empties into the Mississippi River. Neither of us have never been to that spot before, which was beautiful.

Near the confluence of the creek and the river

Before yoga, I put the fat tires back on my fat/mountain bike and rode around the alley a little bit to make sure that I assembled everything correctly. Everyone in Mpls seems to have fat bike fever. I've seen a lot of people riding them already this season. Once I was on it, I remembered how fun it is. So, I guess I'm not so surprised that people are out on them a lot already.

When I was in Atlanta this week, a colleague showed off Atlanta's crown biking jewel - a paved, separated path. Of about 12 miles. Those poor Atlantans don't know what they're missing in nice places like Minnesota. 

I'm not quite sure why this post reads like a third-grade book report. Can I blame the convenient bee scapegoat?