Measuring life in RPMs

So I'm not a BIKER biker. My bike is a Schwinn from Target. I don't own one of those cool shirts with pockets in the back or clip in shoes or padded-butt shorts. BUT I do like to ride and I feel very proud of myself for riding 25 miles today. And here were some of my thoughts.

The Amish got it all wrong banning the bike. I find it to be the perfect pace to take it all in. Not too slow, not too fast- just right.
I really SHOULD own a pair of padded-butt shorts.
Central Illinois is really kind of pretty... 4ish months a year... so I'm glad those months are here now.
The fields I was riding beside will likely produce all kinds of ethanol, corn-syrupy goodness.
Rosie Thomas and Dennison Witmer don't get you pumped up to pedal faster. I need to get new music on my ipod. Stat.
Note to self: If you plan on stopping at a friend's house for water at mile 20, make sure they're gonna be home. Otherwise bring your own water. Hydration=important.
God has graced me with the anti-B.O gene. Even after 25 miles, I still don't stink. Thanks Mom.

And now, after a lovely DAY off, I kind of want to spend my NIGHT off collapsed in a heap on the floor. I'm pooped!

Central Illinois Barn