Had to mail a CD, so I ran to the post office during lunch. Grab a box, go to the table and start packing. I notice the guy next to me with a larger box, packing carton after carton of GU. I commented on the large quantity of gel he was sending, and he said (in that accent that just kills me) it was for a friend in New Zealand. Then he mentioned it's easy for him to get since he works at a bike shop. "I'm into cycling!" The conversation continued, and we discussed my upcoming century and his upcoming Ironman. I would have kept chatting, but my boss was waiting in the car so we could go get lunch (why did I bring him?!). He mentioned which shop he worked at, but I didn't really hear. There are two in New Haven, and it wasn't the one I knew, so I can only assume it's the other one. That's important because he invited me to their group rides on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Do I go? I've never done one of those because I'm afraid I'm going to hold everyone up. Hills just kill me, it's like I hit a brick wall, and I generally average 14-15mph. I suppose at the very least I could learn some riding tips, but who cares about that, the guy was cute!It just seemed so random that I chat up a stranger at the post office, and they're into road cycling, too. It was out of character for me to talk to him in the first place, maybe I should follow that trend and see where it takes me
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It just seemed so random that I chat up a stranger at the post office, and they're into road cycling, too. It was out of character for me to talk to him in the first place, maybe I should follow that trend and see where it takes me
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