May 10 to May 12, 2011

Well, Tuesday, I slept most of the day. If you’d rode your bicycle most of the way from San Diego to St. Pete’s, you’d be tired, too!

My dad helped me patch my three flat inner tubes, and now I feel like I’m pretty good at that, too. He also took apart my camp stove, cleaned it, and put it back together. I hope that will reduce the excessive flaming when I use it. I also got a hold of the company that makes my tent, and they are sending me a new tent pole to replace the one that broke.

In the evening, I visited my stepsister Erin, in Tampa. Her partner, John, is very nice, but of course the main attraction is her wonderful six-month old, Fiona! She is lovely, adorable, good-natured, and looks cute in a tutu. She also knows Glee is the best show on television. What more could you ask?

Erin and Fiona

Me and Fiona

Both of us and Fiona

On Wednesday, I went for a 23-mile bike ride out to Ft. Desoto, which is at the end of a spit of land with the bay on one side and the gulf on the other. The fort was closed for repairs, but the snack bar was not, so I had ice cream for lunch. Luckily, it was hot day, or I might not have broken a sweat riding without all of my gear. What a lovely feeling! Speeding along, winding my along a twisty bike path, whoosh! Whoosh! But other riders still passed me.

With some conscious effort, I realized I could actually ride faster. My body still is acting like I’m riding a weighted down bike, even when I think I’m not. So that was fun, to be even a little more speedy. I know I’ll never be a racer.

In the evening, I went to a Vinyasa class at a local yoga studio. There was an awful lot of stopping and taking breaks for a flow class. But the space was calm and held good energy, and I’ve certainly been doing yoga long enough to make up for any teacher’s lack of instruction. It seemed like this teacher just needed a little more confidence to adjust students’ positions. At least it wasn’t a hot yoga class, as were most of the local classes I could find. I enjoy a hot yoga class now and then, but not when it’s already 90 degrees and humid outside.

The last time I was at my dad’s house, I accidentally ran through their screened door and knocked some of my grandmother’s china off the wall. This time, I managed not to break anything, and on Thursday, Dad, Yvonne and I headed to Lake Istokpoga to pick up the fifth-wheel trailer from it’s seasonal, bass-fishing home.

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