Meet Eeyore

So at the end of my half marathon training I was really sick of running.  Like, really sick of it.  Run, Run, Run.  It was like a never ending theme.  Go figure.

Now, I'm glad I did it, and I've been out running a few times since then but newest latest and greatest obsession is my new buddy Eeyore.  (I didn't name him-the guy at the bike shop did..who am I to argue?)

No- Eeyore isn't the black dog-that's Mulligan.  Eeyore is my new bike!  And yes, I keep him in the dining room.  Isn't that normal?

I'm excited.  I haven't ridden a bike in a gazillion years.  Not kidding.  I am a gazillion and one years old.  Mr. P has had a bike for a while and I'm so pumped to kick his butt ride with him!

We actually had the bikes out the other day.  (And no, I didn't forget how to ride!)  It was a nice chance for Eeyore and I to bond.

My brain is so important, it needs a bucket.

We still had some snow (which is gone now) but it was a sunny warm day.  Mr. P informed me that you can totally see through the pants I was wearing.  Is that why he was behind me the whole time, or was I faster than him from the start?  And where else have I worn those??? 

I hope Eeyore and I will have many great adventures.  As soon as I buy some padded shorts (non-see through) or build up some callouses on my rumpus!   

Oops, I lost my tail again.....    :)