And it’s sore! Which is a little sad. I’ve ridden my bike to work the last two days, the first time in a few months and a different route than before. I’m not sure that one is easier than the other and they’re both short routes. My current one is 1.5 miles. But there’s that damn Des Peres bridge and that campus hill at the end. Today’s ride was faster than yesterday’s and tomorrow’s may be a little faster even.
I told R after work yesterday, “I don’t think it’s just the bike, but that was a hard ride today.” I’m on the old mountain bike still, and it does need some tune-up. I showed him some bikes I liked online. “You need performance not looks,” he said. Which is probably true. My last bike was very pretty but not the best option for much beyond Dutch-style riding, which doesn’t happen much in the U.S., at least not in St. Louis. So we found a few options on craiglist and may go for one of those.
M has been very into buses lately — “Bu!” she cries when seeing school buses, public buses, and shuttles of various sizes. I told her we would ride a bus soon. I know she’s been on the train, but I don’t think she’s been on the bus. Until this morning. R had to be at work at 8, and I said I’d do daycare dropoff. With our latest move, I decided to walk to the MetroLink station, catch one of two buses toward daycare, and then head back towards the station to catch the train for my doctor appointment.
I carried M to the station, about two blocks away because we were short on time and I couldn’t remember the exact schedule. We caught the #91, which was only a 4-5 minute ride and which dropped us off about one block from school. M seemed fascinated. She got to sit in my lap, face forward, and not be in a car seat or seatbelt. That breaks all the rules! Although was similar to our recent flight but was thankfully much, much shorter.