Getting Pringles. On a bike. Because that’s a valid reason to leave the house.
1.31 miles to wherever sold Pringles. Nine minutes. June evening, still bright at 6 PM, warm enough that the ride felt like a reward and not a chore. Seventeen feet of elevation because even the snack run has a hill if you look hard enough.
I don’t remember which flavor. Probably sour cream and onion. Maybe pizza. The point is, I could have driven. I could have walked. I got on the bike instead, and Strava captured it for eternity.
A Pringle run is still a run. Sort of.
π Ride Stats
Distance: 1.31 mi
Time: 9 minutes
Pace: 6:54/mi
Elevation: 17 ft
Distance: 1.31 mi
Time: 9 minutes
Pace: 6:54/mi
Elevation: 17 ft
// RAPTOR GIRL
