I don't know what on earth possessed me to sign up for this freakin mountain bike class.

(For all of those unaware...I'm a cop in DC....and you actually have to be "certified" to do the really cool things like ride a bike, ride a horse, etc etc).

So those "really cool things"....who thought that there was much skill, if any at all, to riding a bike.

Again let me say...

Oh.
My.
God.

There is more skill than I could have ever imagined into going in to riding this bike. The first thing the instructor said this morning "The three most intense courses you can ever take are 1) ERT (ie SWAT), 2) National Guard, 3) Mountain Bike".

That sucker wasn't kidding at all.
Apparantly there are 25 gears on a 27 speed bike (why it's not just called a 25 speed...I'll never know??). You have to really know how to use the gears according to what you are doing. Like if you are riding up a hill, you probably want to be at 1 and 1. Oh, and that's all things considered that it's not "that" steep of a hill. *Who the hell is out here measuring the "steepness" of freakin hills?* Or maybe 2 and 1, or 2 and 2. But if you are riding on a flat surface, you want to be a 2 and 5 or 2 and 7.

It's so complicated. Oh, and they don't tell you how to use the gears. Their motto is that it's easier to learn by trial and error. What!!!! What idiot think that motto works? (Oh wait...this must be like sex...the whole trial and error and when it works it works).

I don't know, I'm incredibly sore. My ass cheeks are chafed (and it's painful). This course is mentally grueling too.

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City asked me to marry him....uh, 2 nights ago. Like this wasn't a "we are sitting around just kickin the shit with ideas about marriage". Nope...

I was looking for some tweezers b/c I had a stray hair on my chinny-chin-chin. I was walking into the bathroom and he says "[Sig] I want to know if you'll marry me".

I stopped dead in my tracks and gave him that 'blank-what-in-the-hell-am-I-supposed-to-say' look. And just walked into the bathroom like 3 minutes later. Once I took care of my stray hair issue, I came back out and he quickly hit me with the "no I don't mean today, I mean I can if that's what you want...I just want to know if, you know, that's what you want b/c I want to marry you". I just frowned and said yes.

He has this way of catching me off guard when telling me these really important things. And all I can do is hit him with the blank stare. He hasn't brought it up again...I think he was none-to-pleased with my reaction. I mean, we've talked about it in general terms.

I really want to do Justice of the Peace. He adamantly wants the whole white-dress/suit/church wedding. He wants to get me this elaborate ring. I still want that damn ring that costs $99 bucks. I just want simple. He wants to live it up.

Does that say something bad about me? Maybe.....