The little orange flag says it all . . . "I Love My Burley." More than that, though, I should confess that I love my husband even more for the fact that he's the one that pilots the contraption. In a recent effort to get in shape, save some gas, and be active as a family, Mike and I went out on a limb and used some of our stimulus check to buy me a nice bike and a child trailer to hook up to his. After suffering from the effects of "JLS" (Jello Leg Syndrome) and "TNWIGTMIUTDHD" (There's No Way I'm Going to Make It Up This Darn Hill Disorder), I'm beginning to rethink the whole thing.Okay, not really.
We have already begun to enjoy the benefits of our time together . . . my calves aren't nearly as flabby as they used to be (though I still have a ways to go). We've explored the h
ills around Cookson, have ridden on the bike path in Siloam Springs, and are plotting some additional adventures in Fayetteville and Tulsa. Perhaps by the time we make it to one of these places I won't have to complain about the burning sensation to my husband as we're going up the hills in the lowest gear known to man.
ills around Cookson, have ridden on the bike path in Siloam Springs, and are plotting some additional adventures in Fayetteville and Tulsa. Perhaps by the time we make it to one of these places I won't have to complain about the burning sensation to my husband as we're going up the hills in the lowest gear known to man. 
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2 comments:
like the blog! "my burley" had different conotations for me, but kiddie bike thing--yeah, ok. got your blog on my google reader now--you should check ours out, too. once i get some discipline and update it regularly again. good seeing you guys this week!
INTGMBBOTC (I need to get my big butt off this couch) is my disorder! :)
I love the blog.
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