Readers: for Beth:
Yes, I actually own all these pairs of glasses.
My eye sight started to change when I was in my mid-40s.
All of a sudden, I could no longer read shampoo bottles or cereal boxes. (I know, I know "squeeze out a dime size squirt of shampoo; rub on to wet hair, rinse, repeat"...)
Now newspapers, magazines, basically any lettering smaller than font size "10" or up close is tough Hence, the collection of readers.
Fortunately, I only need magnification "100" and my distance eye sight is great.
Once my eyesight started to go, I figured that if I had to wear glasses, they were going to be fun.
I buy my glasses at the funky kiosks you can find in malls like The Mall of America. I've had to buy a couple of emergency pairs if I suddenly find myself with out a set at work. Macy's Optical Department has a few pairs that are cute and reasonably priced at about $10.00.
And yes, I am actually contemplating taping a pair to my bike when I do IM WI. If I have to change a flat, I'll be lost without glasses.
Unless, of course, I start training like the military and practice changing a tire while wearing a blindfold...
Weepers: for Nat and Steve (All others be forewarned. Skinned knee pic ahead.)
Nat, I think you'll appreciate this and Steve, you'll definitely appreciate this:
SECOND three hour ride of the season so far done today. Yippee!
Unlike the 3 1/2 "sit-fest" I did on the trainer, this time I rode outside! The weather was warm and comfortable. I started about an hour before rush hour, hoping to avoid rush-hour crazies on the road and the biking novices that swarm the bike paths when the weather warms up.
I was just past Minnehaha Creek on my way home, riding along the parkway when I approached a to a bike path crossing. There were signs warning cars, a stop sign and the road was marked.
This woman driving a SVU of some sort was approaching the cross way. She looked to her left (my way), looked me straight in the eye and started to slow down.
"Cool", I thought! "She must be a biker!"
Nope.
Once the light dawned on for her that, if she hit the gas, she wouldn't have to stop for the nano-second it would take me to get across the street, she put the pedal to the metal and ran the stop sign.
I braked, but didn't clip out in time and THUMP. There I was on the sidewalk.
A skinned knee, a little road rash and a good story.
UPDATE: I'm glad tomorrow is Friday.
