Last Saturday, I became an owner of a bike. Notice that I did not say, PROUD. Why? Well, because spending that much money for something that is not a necessity FREAKED ME OUT! I felt like I was going to puke when he swiped my card. TriGuy thought that I would be excited, that I would be smiling, but instead I could not even take the bike out of the store.
I feel like I birthed this bike for two reasons:
1. I have been dragging my feet researching, riding, and more researching, not to mention talking TriGuy's ear off about getting a bike.
2. It cost way too much for entertainment (just like having kids).
And like any proud parent, I think it is beautiful. I refuse to let my real children touch it. I haven't named him yet (yeah, I think it should be the masculine part of my Triathlon experience) but I am leaning towards real TOUGH names like: Mangus, Spike, Dirty Harry, Rambo, Rocky; but I like the name my father suggested: The Intimidator (a double entendre). I'll keep you posted as to the official naming ceremony.
And I went yesterday to get fitted, but I still do not have my shoes, so I did not get fitted because apparently, you need bike shoes for that - Who KNEW? Now I have to go and get shoes so I can get fitted and then I hope I can "ride" it. And by riding it, I don't mean outside in the snow. I mean with a trainer... at least I hope!