March 1, 2000 -- 1:48 AM EST

So much for leap year.

I gave up for now on the jogging. Between the shoes and the boob factor I was getting cranky. I even double bra'd it one day and I was still bouncing around more than I wanted and more than felt comfortable. Now this morning when I put on a normal bra -- same thing -- sagging elastic. GRRR! Why do clothes all seem to wear out at the same freaking time?!

I keep fantasizing about my bike. I must be obsessed or possessed -- one of the two. Talked a biking friend of mine, Nancy, who was thrilled that we'd picked it up and now she wants us to try to set up a play date and bike a trail as a trio sometime. Neat-o!

On the bra quest, I have become one of the FROG women. I gave up trying to find a bra locally and just went ahead and ordered the FROG bra from from Title 9 Sports. I got a black and an ink one, as well as a pair of their bike shorts. Yippee! Ought to be here in time for the weekend. Let's hope everything fits all nice and pretty. Let's hope the FROG bra fits the blurb in the catalog -- a major masher bra. At 32% Lycra, my ta-tas better not budge an inch!

Paul was making fun of me last weekend after we popped out onto the road again after this little grassy stint on the edge of some trees. The first half is pretty much just hard pack grass and dirt. The second half is knobbly with some of the tree roots and I kept yelling "Argh!" every time I went over one. He always finishes that stretch first because I downshift to a really low gear and take it as smoothly and unjerky as possible but every once in a while one of those damn roots gets me and my boobs go all over inside my sports bra and flobbly wobblies is NOT a good feeling.

I can't imagine me on a real trail without a good bra and a helmet. God.

Now all I have to do between now and then is get sneaks and gloves and a helmet and a new seat I like maybe, and maaaaaybe we can go hit a trail this weekend or the next.. At the very least try biking in the arboretum, right? Like biking for real instead of our little neighborhood stints.

Cross your fingers!

This makes me nervous. It's something I really want to do, something I need to do sooner or later anyhow if I am serious about biking 50 miles of trail one day this year.

I guess I am just secretly wondering how bad I am and how winded I will get. How many miles of actual trail can I go before I want to die? Will I get over that standing-on-the-pedals thing or not? Am I going to run out of water? Do I need to get a Camel Pak?

All kinds of things to iron out.

Paul needs to get biking shorts too. I don't want to hear any more about him squishing his own wobblies!

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I was out with friends last night and we ended up hanging out watching The Wedding Singer after we went out to eat. The soundtrack the The Wedding Singer is pretty good but the movie --- eh. I could have lived without seeing it. That's why I missed it the first time around!

Anyway, before movie time, we had gone back to the Sushi House for dinner and their dinner selections were pretty nice. So this is definitely on my new hit list for nearby restaurants since the move. We chatted a little bit, but then I got kind of nostalgic for some other friends of mine like Nancy.

I like my graphic designer art-y friends fine, but I really miss hanging out with my more fitness-oriented friends. Too bad they live in different cities all spread out all over. Sigh. Makes getting together for play dates kind of too planned sometimes.

~Astrophe