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The first year we lived in Pittsburgh it was all still too new for me to brave riding my bike; besides the commute was easily over 20 miles round trip (not my cup of tea EVER). I'm not sure what kept me from doing it the second year... but regardless I didn't participate. So I gotta admit I feel pretty pleased with myself for riding in to work on Bike to Work Day this year.

I LOVE riding my bicycle, when I was a kid growing up in the hills of Manitou I rode everywhere with this old 10-speed (what I wouldn't give to have that bike again). I commuted with some inconsistent consistency in Seattle over the last 12 years of my life there. Rode on the weekends along the popular Burke-Gilman trail. I even managed to participate in the STP (Seattle to Portland) Ride one year (THE HARDEST PHYSICAL activity I have ever undertaken. I would rather be pregnant before I would do that again, TRUTH). 

Anyhooo... point being I am fond of cycling, and the cycling community has oft provided new friends, and connections. I almost didn't ride this morning, I've had a nagging cough for weeks now and this week had run me a bit ragged... but I decided if not today then when. So I put on my attire, packed my pack, had my honey install a recently purchased iPhone mounting contraption on my handlebars (he even carried the bike up and out when he was done), and headed out. Even though I had trouble finding the advocacy/ swag tent, and I realized about a block from work that I fergot my bike lock... it was the best thing that happened all week. 

I must remember to do that more often. 

from A to B and back again

swag.... SOCKS! AWESOME SOCKS!

beginning & end

remaining vestige of Seattle life

I haven't changed my cell phone number yet (it's nearly been a year since we arrived). I've had plenty of opportunity, but I'm reluctant to let it go. I'm sure if I dug deep I could determine the cause of this hesitation; but the basic fact is: in a toddler tantrum kind of way... "I don' wanna!"

It's driving the hubby mad. I keep telling him, "You can change your number, I DON'T CARE, but I'm not ready to change mine." He hasn't changed his either. He's the one with the 412 tattoo, not me.

I have wondered if cell phones were as prolific then as they are now, would I have hung on to my Colorado area code when I moved around way back when I was moving around a lot? I think it's interesting that both Michael and I grew up in certain area codes, his was 412, mine was 303 (but neither of those cover the areas where we grew up in any longer, they have since incorporated new area codes....)

I even got a new phone (I think I had my Blackberry the longest I've ever had any phone) recently, and yet it still has my good ol' 206 digits! Maybe when it's been two years!