The Perils of Biking to Work

Since I sold my Saab in July, I’ve made a game of seeing how long our family can go before buying a new (second) car. As a result I’ve been biking to work 2-3 days a week.

My husband, Chuck, transformed my mountain bike into a commuter bike, with bags, lights, the whole nine yards. (I’ll show it to you sometime; it’s pretty cool. Or as cool as a commuter bike can be.)

The first day I rode to work, I was so proud of myself! I packed my clothes for the day in one pannier (that’s the bag thingy on the back rack of my bike), and my computer and lunch in the other, and rode the 5 miles to work uneventfully.

I changed in the locker room at work, only to discover that, in the half-dark of my closet, I had grabbed two different shoes. My coworkers got a good laugh out of that. Fortunately I had a pair of shoe-esque black slippers I kept in my desk. Whew! Peril No. 1: victory.


Today I encountered Peril No. 2. All this biking to work has led to a drop in a couple sizes. (Yay!) Unfortunately, as I packed my clothes for work I didn’t first try on the pants that fit me just a few months ago.

So as we speak, I’m walking around the office hitching up my pants to keep them from dragging on the floor. I’m not complaining too loudly about this problem, though. I have to celebrate victories where I can. :-)

And at least my shoes match.

A bit of background.

In case we haven’t met yet, hello! My name is Karen, and my (awesome!) day job is director of communications for a large church. I am also a mother of two teenage kids who turned out way better than they should have, and I have been married to a wonderful man for almost a quarter of a century. God lifted my obsession with alcohol in 2009, and I continue to be active in 12-step recovery programs. I struggled with an eating disorder for more than 30 years; He is leading me to victory in the area of food too.

If you know me at all, you know that I just can’t sit on the things I learn… The bumps on our journeys are meant to be shared with others. Blessings, friend.