Married...no children

You know how a few weeks ago I wrote a letter to Fast, breaking up with him? Well, I went out and got married right quick. Call it shotgun. And my husband’s name is Darden. Case in point: Darden and I being in the initial stages of our relationship, we spend a lot of time together. A sort of forced-honeymoon phase. On Monday Darden and I spent 18 hours in each other’s presence. It was exhausting (new relationships can be), and he filled my head with sensitivity analyses, tornado charts and balance sheets. But we’re happy and in love and our shared goal carries us. So all you haters who think that I am “on the rebound” from my other love (bike racing): don’t be so hasty to judge. Darden and I are happy together. Without you. So there.

And Darden is so very good looking.

In other news, I am trying to ride my ‘cross bike fast (so you could say I’m still seeing Fast on the side a little bit. Darden doesn’t know…yet…but I think he might suspect something’s up when I disappear for a few hours most afternoons).Fast and I have been incorporating some barriers and curb-jumping. Don’t even get me started on how bad I suck. Svennycakes was nice enough to work with me a little on my skillz…but I amazed him by falling over a lot. Things he thought would be simple for me to grasp aren’t. I guess it’s the way my brain is built. Like a pile of Legos. I experience the same thing with my dearest Darden. Even the easiest algebraic equations stump me until I digest their reasoning…then I master them. But it takes a lot longer than most people. I didn’t get a beautiful jumpshot by shooting from outside the key: I started under the basket with the almighty bank. Same with biking…I have to start ridiculously small and simple. Frustrating for those teaching me but oh well. They don’t have to start in the front row at ‘Cross Vegas, rockin the race!
I still love my new husband.