Hi Darby,

I don't know what I can add that others haven't already said, but I can sympathize. First! I DO NOT like red. I find it very distracting! I worked a SAG stop for bike Florida this morning, and there was a gentleman wearing red shorts. Not only could you see _everything_, you could see _every detail_ of everything! So no, if anyone ever wondered, the men in Darby's whatchacallit little picture thing are _not_ Photoshoppedly Enhanced!

I had this BF. I met him as I was getting divorced and moving to FL and leaving my family and my job and all security. We moved in together several months later. He was French, but here on work. I for some reason imagined him as my next DH- perhaps it was because he said I was the best GF in the whole universe, daily, and swore he loved me more than anything. He was very athletic, and became more so. I started running because of him. On my first try, I couldn't make it around the block. I MTB'd, though, that was my sport. French BF also did triathlons. That's where I was first exposed to the sport.

After a couple years, after saying goodbye one morning, as normal, I listened to my cell messages as I was leaving work, two weeks into my first "real" job since moving here. (I took a year off to cave dive, then worked a "fun" job for a year.) French BF had left a message, but he was crying, and I didn't listen/was scared and called him. The message was, since he wasn't ever going to marry me, and take me to France, and have babies, he didn't think it was fair to live with me any more. I immediately crashed my car. Nice.

But I kept running, and even ran a marathon within a year of getting dumped. I think I ran because I loved it, but spite was certainly fuel to run on. I think I wasn't good enough to marry because I was too fat and not athletic enough and didn't have a professional enough job and was too old.

He's getting married in May. Yeah, it still stings.

I started dating people. They all sucked, and were liars. Several, I think, were married. Current BF, who I knew from cave diving, but only by e-mail, it's a small world, moved down here and one thing led to another and soon we were living together and are coming up on four years this August. He does triathlons. I have seen him through to the Ironman level, through all the training, sponsored him when he was in school and when he had a cr*p job. Eventually, I became curious. I borrowed his old bike to ride 37 miles of a Century, the fall of 2004, and that was it for me. I was _so_ hooked. It took me until last August to realize I had to buy a "real" road bike, and have not looked back. Also, last year, I did two triathlons- yes short and sprinty and wimpy, but it's a start. I would _never_ give up either thing, though it was via men that I discovered both. Now it's _my_ thing, and I have taken it to a level that I would never have dreamed of when 100 miles in one day seemed impossible.

Hopefully things will work out with the paramedic. Sometimes, you start out not having the same exact interests, and that's good! Better, even.

The MTB that got me hooked on road biking is a GT MTB with a front shock, some cheap little thing, but _fun_ to ride, that 6'4" BF had been riding. He got it second hand. The bike fits 5'2" me!!! But it took him through thousands of miles of road riding with skinny road tires on it. And me, too. So maybe a different wheelset for your MTB would work, as long as you could adjust the brakes back and forth to allow for the difference in tire widths.

Used rack, wheelset for the MTB, leave the hybrid on the trainer, and save save save for a road bike. Watch eBay like a hawk, and I bet you can find a really decent one for $1000. Don't sleep with the paramedic till you want to, but don't delay if you don't want to! Do what feels right. I second the crate idea- keep your pup out of harm's way. Can you _talk_ to your neighbor and ask her to let you know if the dog is bothering her? (My neighbor has very bark-y dogs, but I would never complain. They are outside all the time. She says she can't hear them, but I can! I think them barking is what scared away the person who tried to break into my house last fall. Now when they bark, instead of shushing them, I say "Good Dogs!!!") Watch your diet during the week, and eat enough calories to fuel yourself for your long ride on the weekend, but don't add in a ton of reward calories!! Counting calories works, I _swear_, if you don't cheat.

Nanci