Biking to get gas for the Deere. The John Deere. The mower. Because the yard wasn’t going to mow itself and the gas can was empty and driving two miles felt stupid when the bike was right there.
Saturday morning, 9:36 AM. The responsible version of me β the one who gets up and handles things before it gets too hot. 1.66 miles, eleven minutes, a gas can balanced on handlebars or wedged in a backpack. Either way, not elegant.
Came home, mowed the yard, probably collapsed on the couch after. But the gas run got tracked. The mowing didn’t. Selective athleticism.
π Ride Stats
Distance: 1.66 mi
Time: 11 minutes
Pace: 7:02/mi
Elevation: 14 ft
Distance: 1.66 mi
Time: 11 minutes
Pace: 7:02/mi
Elevation: 14 ft
// RAPTOR GIRL
