Grocery Shoppin' Biker

Today my lab mate cut his finger while we were changing a water filter and his blood dripped down onto my hand.  Like, a lot of it.  Those of you who know me at all in real life will know that it is a miracle that I did not shriek with horror, sob bitterly, or pass out.  Even more impressive than that was what happened this evening.

I rode my bike to the grocery store.

This is how the bike ride materialized in my mind:  "I'm such a dummy.  Five blades doesn't mean five replacement cartridges, it means five blades on EACH razor...  I need to take this razor kit back and exchange it for just refills and never go grocery shopping with Brittainy again.  Hey, I also forgot sandwich meat...  Those things are small enough to fit in my bike basket."  That's when the little lightbulb lit up.

Brittainy flipped it back off and said that it might rain, but then offered to pick me up if it rained and I didn't want to ride back in it (for that, she wins the good roommate award, and partially makes up for being a distracting shopping buddy).  I thought that it would be more likely that she'd have to pick me up because I would get exhausted and be stranded on the side of the road with jelly legs.

On the way home, I listened to the podcast of the Young Women's general meeting from General Conference this weekend, and by the time I even started to get tired, I realized I was only a block or two away from home, so I just stood up on the pedals and got myself up that last incline.  As I pulled up the driveway and kicked out the kickstand to unlock the door, I did a private victory dance.

Today was truly a red-letter day.  I feel so strong!