I was just heading out for my Sunday “long run” and my roommate asked me what I had planned after my run. “You mean besides scrambled egg whites, a half a bagel, cottage cheese with blueberries followed by a mimosa, ice bath and long nap? That’s my day pretty much.” From the persuasive look on her face I knew that my plans were pretty much going to be thrown out the window. “It’s Sunday Funday,” she said with a high pitch elation. “You have to join us. I want you there by 11:00. Plenty of time for you to do your run, shower and walk over to brunch.” She assured me I would have an unforgettable day and yes the brunch spot served “egg whites” so I didn’t need to worry.
I reluctantly accepted her offer. I mean I had my day pretty much set and I make a mean mimosa and my bed sounds so inviting!
After I ran a good 9 miles around the bay I quickly showered, put on my casual comfy clothes, pink Charger hat and flip flops and walked over to the bar and grill by our house in Pacific Beach. Two hours later after a great breakfast, amazing mimosas and even more amazing laughs with all of my friends, my roommate and I headed home to grab the beach cruisers and pedal down the bay to my friend’s house for a bar-b-que. Ok so this was technically my first time on a bike since college! That’s 15 years! The fact that I had a slight buzz going from the champagne and orange juice I downed a little while ago was either going to work for me or against me. Agghhhhh they say you never forget how to ride a bike and I was really hoping that damn old saying was true as I hopped on the pink two wheeled ride that was going to get me 3 miles down south. Ok so far so good…we hadn’t crashed into anything, fallen off or run anyone down at this point. I spoke a little too soon. Danielle decided to turn around to yell at me, “Isn’t this relaxing?” As she was looking back at me and continuing to attempt to bike straight ahead I watched her veer straight into a parked car, bounce off the door, remain on her bike all while she had no idea what had just happened. I was torn between laughing my you-know-what off and finding out if Danielle was ok. Her response of, “Quick pedal fast there was a guy asleep in that car” told me she was alright. “Great,” I thought as I was pedaling for dear life down the street, we are going to get arrested for assault with pink beach cruisers. Just what I need.”
We made it to Paul’s house in record time with no marks on our record and totally enjoyed the Charger’s season opening game. I think the carefree nature of our day along with a lot of laughs had a lot to do with my expeditious recovery from my nine mile run. You know, I wasn’t even sore the next day. I highly recommend you incorporate a Sunday Funday as part of your post-workout regime. It’s good for the soul! Just be careful where you decide to ride your bike!