Post breakfast I was saying how badly I needed a hobby. I love my job, but sometimes I love it a little too much, and I just need somewhere else to focus my attention. Fortunately, I realized I do have a hobby, one that I can pick up and do anytime. So I switched stretchy pants, added another layer, slipped into my vans, fastened my helmet and out the door on my bike I went. 
It was glorious. Perfect temperature, a little crisp, but plenty of sunshine. I had no destination, but quickly found myself along the river where we had spent all summer- riding bikes, drinking beers, practicing handstands, shooting the breeze and belly laughing. I got off my bike and stared down at the same little sweet spot where we found Bobcat (a significantly smaller, but still as handsome Bob). I looked over my shoulder and saw the grounds where TBDfest took place. I remembered the Ferris wheel rides, the crazy good french fries, dancing to RAC, being in awe over the ballet dancers on stage. Just past that I saw the baseball stadium where we took our dads for Father's Day, also where we went for Lucas' birthday 5 years ago. So many good memories all within eyesight.
I continued on my bike, still no real plan and found myself cruising down riverside by the little place I got my tattoo, by the pizza place we celebrated Valentine's Day, and I rode through LandPark remembering all the runs I had taken through there when I lived above Beatnik. (Ha, that was before I knew about cycling).
Eventually I found my way back home. At that point I fully intended on surprising Lucas with a pristine apartment. I had already mentally pulled out the rubber gloves, while I was pondering what I was going to have ready and waiting for dinner (not the most common occurrence here).
Well, I should have known better to make a plan, because I received the best text ever saying he was off work. Instead of cooking and cleaning, I ended up spending my afternoon/evening back on the bike. Riding all over town with another girl, two boys, and a pup in a backpack, I couldn't have been happier.
I still am yet to do a wheelie, or even a track stand, but I have got to be closer than I was before with all the practice I did. Did we end up having the super healthy and cheap homecooked meal that I wanted to make? Nope, not at all. We ate at a greasy/mouthwatering taqueria that happened to be open and it was heavenly. Today I will clean. Tonight I will cook. But from now on Sunday's will be reserved for the good stuff.
This dorky smile is totally the good stuff for me: 
