Riding Solo

I have an aversion to bikes.

They make me sweaty and nervous and anxious.

I worry about balance and falling off and getting chased by dogs.

And as much as I fantasize about riding around my neighborhood singing "Sound of Music" style... I take one look out my front door and realize I would probably be arrested for disturbing the peace and thrown in a stockade for the whole town to throw tomatoes at.

(Obviously, I've spent a lot of  too much time thinking about neighborhood bike riding.)

I think that is why I love spin class so much.  I have the thrill of riding a bike without actually going anywhere.

Even if it is in the dark.  And the room usually stinks.  And there is someone yelling challenges at me while I am trying to enjoy my experience.

In addition to having a fear of bikes, I also have a fear of clowns.  And circus performers.  And bears that know how to juggle.

Which is why this new addition to my home has totally freaked me out.

This new addition is one of the perks of being married to Kev.

He is attracted to randomness and whatnots.

And circus acts.

( I hope I didn't just describe myself!)

And is constantly trying to think of ways to out do the rest of the family for skit nights.

Which means I have probably been nominated to perform as a juggling bear.

Kev has tried it.  And says it is hard to do.

I could have told him that... without us needing to own one.

Wow.  I never thought I would be saying that I owned a unicycle.

Life in the Snyder household is never boring.  That's for sure.