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Ow. Sure, I said, biking today rather than boxing would be a great idea. I need something low impact. I'm not sure where that translated into "bike to Bethesda, MD," but that's what we did. Kirstin and Brian had those spiffy space-age bikes that weight like 20 lbs, where I had a lumbering 50lbs (my guess, 35 lbs Kirstin's guess) fred flinstone bike. Upon arriving, it turned out Bethesda row was having a street festival - we walked into a stage with a bunch of white girls trying to step dance to C&C music factory. More importantly, all the restaurants had foods out - now in 96 deg F the chile and pizza didn't look so appetizing, but while we guestimated that we nullified the effects of biking entirely - Ben & Jerry's was good along with a shared root beer float. Yums. We biked back along rock creek park. Then sat in the shade and told vile not true stories. Like about that group of teenage girls in pink tank tops doing the car wash. Talk was followed by a cold shower (hello summer, hot is bad) and a long-ass nap I just crawled away from. Tonight, food and probably local beer drinking. Not so likely, but still possible, the spellbound to hear Steve's return. And talk to the ever kind and entertaining Donna. But for now, ow. That was what, 50-60 miles? Happy tired.