The other evening Laura and I rode our bikes on one of the many trails around town. We rode 4.75 miles. A mile into our ride Laura mentioned that she was starting to feel tired. We hadn’t even broken a sweat yet. After having to stop and walk her way up the second modest hill, we turned around and headed for home.
Back at the car…
Laura: Holy cow, I’m out of shape!
Me: Hmmm, we didn’t even ride that far.
Laura: Not far!?! Feels like far to me.
Me: Did the bike work ok?
Laura: Yeah. I think so. I’m just rubber-legged.
Me: (smiling) So the bike works. It’s just that the peddler’s broken!