Yesterday I had an interesting conversation with my coworkers. Apparently I am a ‘mix.’ I forget why we started talking about me in the first place. Oh wait, now I remember. One of my coworkers was talking about how her ex-husband was such a computer geek, unable to handle any form of social interaction. I made some offhand remark like, “What’s wrong with computer geeks?” At work I spend ten hours a day in front of a computer. I develop web applications in ASP.net. So I don’t like to admit it, but that makes me a computer geek.
But then they replied that I’m different. Although I’m often sitting quietly chugging away at my computer, I can joke around and hold conversations and I seem to get along well with everyone. Apparently to them, I’m a healthy mix. That’s good to hear I guess. It’s better than being known as the ‘quiet one,’ which is how they used to think of me.
Today was also a healthy mix. I wanted to go for a hike or a bike ride, but couldn’t find anyone to go with. Which is totally fine. I’m introverted enough that I’m fine hiking and biking endless miles on my own. In fact, I’m planning an epic solo bicycle ride from Oregon to Davis in July, which would be almost 350 miles and an entire week of solitude. But that’s a story for another day.
Anyways, everyone was being productive today, so I decide to try and be productive and do some yard work, and then maybe go for a bike ride in the evening. My yard work actually ended up being pretty productive (a rare productive non work day), but by the evening I was just too tired to bike. So I decided to go for a motorcycle ride instead.
Luckily Sam is usually down to go for a motorcycle ride. Interestingly enough, and in keeping with the theme of this post, the road we went to is known to riders simply as Mix. You can read about it here:
I attempted the five mile climb several times on my bicycle– the best I had ever done is make it to about the three mile mark (out of five), so I was really curious to see what the rest of the ride looked like. I was amazed to find that the road actually got steeper after the three mile mark. At times it was so steep that the dinky 250cc engine on my bro’s Ninja struggled to lug my heavy butt up the hill.
At times it seemed like we were going uphill straight into the sun. At the top the road turned into a gravel road, and we found that it was too slippery for our bikes, so we turned back. I was pretty bummed out that I didn’t get to see the top, because apparently there’s a pretty crazy 360 degree view from the top. I’ll have to return someday on my Subaru or possibly my mountain bike if I get in good enough shape by the middle of biking season.
On a completely unrelated note, I’ve been reading a couple of books on contentment lately, and I’ve come to the conclusion that a major component of being content is recognizing your blessings. So I’ve decide that from now on, with each post I’ll try to write about several things that I’m thankful for. So here goes.
Today I am thankful for:
- Hired muscle that will work for chicken mcnuggets
- Riding buddies and people I can borrow a motorcycle from
- Ballistic mesh motorcycle jackets
- Riding motorcycles into the sunset