not, this isn't about my sled.
i DO have a vintage flexible flyer, though. i have a sixty year old sled.
but this is not about that.
it is about my bike ride today.
if you are flexible in your thinking you can tell yourself that this is what you wanted anyway, or at least that this is acceptable.
this afternoon i was having trouble deciding whether to ride my bike or go for a run. i sorta didn't feel like riding all the way over the preston pond trail and i thought a run would just be simpler.
so because it's early enough in the season that i CAN still ride -because there's no snow cover yet- i got on my bike and i rode it all the way to the top of the preston pond trail and then instead of riding across and home i just turned around and ran the mile and three quarters home.
why, you ask, would i run a perfectly good bike? downhill?
'cause flat tire, that's why.
and although the shoes i was wearing have ankle support and recessed cleats, they're not really intended for running and when i was forced in the last quarter mile to run on pavement sometimes i sounded like some goofy half-a-horse loping along.
and they're not excackly cushiony either, so there's that.
and i passed a guy walking out with his rifle and by way of answering the question he hadn't asked yet i said "this is not nearly as much fun as it looks" and he was fixing to offer me a ride home but without even breaking stride i told him i was nearly home and we both kind of laughed as i went on my way.
it's the late fall backwoods duathlon, i told myself.
i do not have to decide between the run and the ride.
i get both.