Today’s 4 hour bike ride turned into a 3 hour ride when Beth’s electronic shifters ran out of juice. It was incredibly humid so I didn’t protest the shorter ride and decided to finish cutting the grass instead of the 45 minute run.
I agreed to wash the Gatorade grime off the bikes and for the 25th consecutive year Beth agreed to launder my disgusting work out clothes and return them to my closet. Yes, I know I’m getting the better part of that deal.
And I cleaned my running shoes - I hate when the white parts turn brown. They’re not perfect, but they’re better.