It's Sunday, June 8th 2008, and this is "Rides" on Team Estrogen. Hmmm, that was funnier when I said it myself in my dramatic news reporter voice.

So today is turning out to be gorgeous and it was my first chance to really spin the beasty out. I changed jerseys about three times because the simple fact is I have gained some weight, but don't see that being an issue with my newfound bike love. Maybe I am too chubby to wear this stuff, but I see it as motivation.

I decided to try out the bike path system since my biggest worry there was getting run over by other bikes or pedestrians, not cars. I must say for all the things that annoy me about Boulder, the bike path system is sweet.

I had a blast just tooling around and believe it or not, passed folks, and folks wearing spandex at that! It was a good thing I was too stubborn to come out of my big ring because my front derailleur was being wonky and rubbing my chain. No clue how that happened over night, but I seem to attract bikes with nasty front derailleurs.

For a while I was head first into one burly wind that had me finally fumbling for a lower chain ring. Forget that, falling over isn't cute. Oh, and in case you're noticing a theme here I am doing better with the down tub shifters, but they're still not my thing.

On the way home I had to remind myself that I am not riding a mountain bike and trying to rally through and bunny hop over things might be possible on a road bike, but ill advised. I did make up a new song that is more self affirming then deprecating, it goes like this "You're out side on a steel road bike, put on a happy face, you're not riding a mountain bike, so I wouldn't go that way!"

In other news my nephew is two today, and I loves my little man.