July 12, 2006
Better than I think
This morning, I went on a 20-mile bike ride to Lexington and back. I woke up at 6, waited for toes to wake up his groggy ass and haul it across Cambridge, and hit the road around 7:30. We took the bike path, and made a little side trip up the big(ish) hill in Lexington. I rode on the street, and I was nervous, especially when we made left turns in morning traffic, but I did it, and I didn't freak out at all (outwardly, at least). It was a great ride -- steady and sweaty, but not too exhausting.
I've had a lot of reminders lately that I'm better than I think I am. Smarter, saner, more honest, cuter, more capable, stronger, sexier, more adventurous, kinder, and so on than I give myself credit for. My inner critic is a real cranky bitch, prone to hyperbole, and I need to remember that.
