|All layered up for a 25-degree F ride|
I wasn't expecting to get a little one-on-one time with Hot Husband this weekend, but sometimes the stars align, the heavens part and the angels sing.
I'm a morning person, so I woke up early on Saturday, my mind buzzing with all of the things I wanted to accomplish, like reading a little, writing a little, and practicing how to juggle. (It's my "try something for 30 days" adventure for January.)
A little brain yoga and a little Steven Pressfield lit a fire in my belly. After weeks of making excuses about why I couldn't get on my bike, I Tigger-bounded up up to sweet, sleeping Hot Husband, and announced, "I'm going for a bike ride in 10 minutes. With or without you!"
Subtlety has never been my strong suit.
In 15 minutes, we were loaded up and ready to go. The dudes are in that magical sweet spot of being old enough to be left home alone for an hour without the worry that they'll call friends and take the car. For them, and hour without supervision just means some time to watch a video.
We took off. After a whole 17 seconds, Hot Husband asks the obvious. "Where do you want to go?" As I was considering our usual routes from the front door, he says, "How about the Boiler Room?" It's our favorite coffee shop so far in Kalispell. Hard sell.
Thirty minutes later, we were sipping Mexican mochas and enjoying a leisurely conversation. No interruptions. Ahhhh . . .
An hour on the bike, quiet time with my husband . . . couldn't have a more perfect start to the weekend.
Many thanks to the amazing Simone for turning me onto Steven Pressfield, who gave me the push I needed to move forward on essential things this weekend.
|Outside the Boiler Room, where our bikes got a little alone time, too.|