As much as I love color, and an abundance of patterns, I really love wearing all black. With my hair and tattoos I really don’t need too much else to still be colorful. Sometimes it’s fun to just let them take the attention. I know all black shorts and a top isn’t too exciting but I’m pretty darn picky about how clothes fit, especially clothes I’m going to be biking in so when I find something that fit really well it’s basically all I want to wear. I wandered into Gordmans last week. I had never been in one but I remembered my mom saying something about it. It’s similar to TJ Maxx, I suppose, but with maybe a bit more cheap stuff mixed in. Bad cheap stuff, not good cheap stuff. There were a few hidden gems buried in the clothing department though. I spotted these shorts and recognized they were the same brand as a pair of jeans I have and love. I grabbed a random black top to try on with the shorts and instantly fell in love with both. On really hot days I don’t like to spend too much time worrying about what I’m going to wear since I’m just going to get gross and sweaty in it. If I could have a week’s worth of this top and these shorts I’d be all set for the summer!
Sunday marked one year since my very first bike ride around the city. Jeff, and I were hanging out when he asked if I wanted to go on a bike
ride with him and few of his friends that night. I actually remember
specifically where we were when he asked. I was not interested…at all. The fact he was even asking stressed me out.
I hadn’t been on a bike in a long time, and I was worried that I
wouldn’t be able to keep up with them. He kept bugging me about it, and
eventually convinced me to say yes – although I wasn’t happy about it. I
borrowed one of Jason‘s bikes and seventeen miles later I was beyond
sold. That was the night I fell in love with Cleveland. A week or so later I bought the prettiest bicycle I’ve ever seen and haven’t looked back since. It was easily one of my best purchases…ever.
What’s especially funny to me is that last week while searching for a photo I stumbled upon this post from 2012. In it I talked about how simply riding around the block in
the small town I lived in caused me great anxiety. I even said “I can’t
wait until I can look back and realize how stupid all of this was.”
Posts like that are my absolute favorite reason to blog. It’s so easy to
look at my life now and see it as so normal but reading things like
that make me so proud of how far I’ve come. I used to be this timid girl
afraid to just go around the block in a town of 6,000, now I’m chopping
traffic in a city of 390,000. I seriously cannot think of anything more
satisfying than conquering your fears! It’s pretty amazing how this thing with two wheels was able to change my life so drastically.
It was WINDY! Can you tell? Hah!