My bike. Not that I’m complaining.

No one wants to hear complaining.

Or so I’ve been told.

I try to keep my blog posts up, light — and frankly stupid sometimes.

But this week Mamakat opened the barn door with a prompt: 2.) Tell us about the last thing you complained about. How was the issue resolved?

And I’m stepping right into it.

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My knee is a bit squirrelly again.

And I know in my head to back off the running. In practice, it’s another thang entirely.

One option is to swim.

This is the other.

My road bike.

It’s been there propped up against the wall in our hall long enough for a couple of birthday’s to come and go.

I’m not a strong rider.

No, I’m okay.

I just don’t like it. Not one bitty bit.

And now my knee is insisting that I pump up my tires and ride.

So I’m complained in my head over and over.

And I also got out and rode today.

It took 12 hours after I got up at 5 a.m. but I rode at a little past 5 this afternoon.

My husband came home and the children said I was out on my bike.

His comment to me. “I honestly could more believe that you where out messing around than riding that bike.”

Nice.

Well, I got one over on the complaining monster and I’m getting back on that bike tomorrow.

I am.

Really.

What has held the top spot in your complaint life lately?