a little less pleasant and a little more mean

i am becoming convinced that there are not even ten level feet of street in our little town. those tiny little inclines that you don't even notice in a car are painfully obvious to my pleasant** little legs. i bought a bike yesterday so i could start working on becoming more lean and mean (as in a lean-mean-muscle-machine). i went out this morning and did a little loop of the town and just about killed myself. i wasn't so much out of breath or anything, but my legs weren't real steady when i got off and i was this close to puking when i came inside. seriously everywhere i rode, everywhere, was either an incline or the following decline. i wonder if its better for muscle development to do short spurts (incline) and rests (decline) or slow and steady (that level land in l.a. i took for granted). a couple days ago i drove around trying to plot out a trip that would be the proper amount of miles i was trying for and started to notice the hills and dips then. i realized i was never going to survive on my cruiser and i needed a bike with gears. so off ellen, isaiah and i went to target yesterday. its not the easiest thing in the world to take a bike off a rack and steer both it and a shopping cart of kids around a store. so now i have an extra bike - anybody want a beautiful black cruiser that's seen pretty much nothing but the inside of the garage for its entire two years of life? i need to sell it.