I used to be a 5 day a week gym rat. After spending two years inside, I was looking to get outside again. I'd be on the treadmill or elliptical and see the runners running down the sidewalk....
There was a brochure for the MS 150 - a 150 mile bike ride - sitting on the gym counter. Hmmm....
So I saunter into the nearest bike shop and declare that I need a more comfy seat for my bike (a POS walmart bike). I wasn't going to spend crazy money on a bike when I had a perfectly good one. A few 20 milers around the local bike path proved otherwise and I went back to the store. What had impressed me about this store in the first place was they sold me a seat and DIDN'T laugh at me or try to talk me into a bike the first time in. I then bought a more suitable bike for the charity ride.
After buying a new road bike, I started going on some rides that the store offered. The manager (Geoff) and I started riding a lot more together but just as friends. A year later, I suffered a pretty good crash and needed stitches in my face. Geoff happened to be on that group ride with me. Geoff called my current boyfriend and let him know he was taking me to the hospital. My boyfriend was at the bar drinking and watching football. He told Geoff that it sounded like he had it under control, and he was just going to hang out with his friends instead. After seven years of dating, I knew in my head it was over.
That was September of 2005. By October I left most everything behind (house, 50 acres, other dog, and camper) with just one dog, two cats, and some clothes. Most everyone thought I was nuts. I moved into a studio apartment and gathered my senses... but I kept riding.
Needless to say we started dating shortly afterwards. After a year and a half in the studio apartment, Geoff and I bought a house. We went ring shopping over the holidays... our basement is full of bikes!
Jeni