it's official.  i'm old.  i'm out of shape.  derrick and i bought bikes yesterday at walmart.  walmart is about 2-3 miles from our apartment.  since we dont own a truck, we knew we'd have to ride them back to our house.  i thought, "no problem."  we paid for the bikes, took all the dumb tags off, and headed to the road.  we stuck to the back roads.  traffic in huntsville is not like traffic in ruston.  these people are nuts.

after about 5-10 minutes, i had to make my first "stop-hyperventilating-let-my-legs-stop-burning" pitstop.  another half mile into the journey, it was time for stop number 2.  another few minutes and it was time to stop on the overpass above the interstate...halfway home.  i made it over the bridge and down the big hill before having to stop again.  this time we actually got off the bikes for a few minutes.  around the corner we stopped again.  halfway up the really big hill we stopped and i cried.  derrick did the manly thing and made me feel like a little wimp so i kept pedalling.  finally, after 6 stops and a few tears, i managed to get off my bike at my doorstep and collapse onto my couch. 

i told derrick we should take the bikes back.  it was a bad idea.  so what did we do today?  jumped on and rode to campus!  woo buddy!  i may be old, but at least i'm stubborn!