Happy Birthday, America! And it's my birthday too! I'm 21. Eeeek! I'm getting old!
So, my birthday was pretty lame by most people's standards...
Isang and I got up at 6:45 and walked to Perkins for breakfast. Then we went to the grocery, and it was really strange walking by the beer knowing that I could purchase it. Then I went to church, cleaned my bike, and then spent 5 hours at a bike fit by Chris, who is the founder of Fit Kit Systems. It turns out that my bike is the perfect size except that I should put arch supports in my shoes and switch out my ism adamo seat. I was able to get the inserts today, but I'm going to the bike shop tomorrow to get a new Seat. I'll have to start the ride late, but luckily it's only a 55 mile day. While I was waiting for Izzy to get fitted on his bike, I went to Wal-Mart to get a duffel bag to replace my oversized ziploc bag that's ripping,
Brad ordered pizza for dinner, and unfortunately we couldn't see the fireworks from the dorm. I went up and started packing up my clean laundry from yesterday, and Izzy and Isang carried my in my new duffel to Timmy's room. He took a video so maybe it'll end up on facebook eventually.
That was basically my day in a nutshell. Not really all that exciting, but I'm so glad to be on this ride with such great people. I also really appreciate all the calls, texts, emails, and facebook posts from family and friends. I'm one lucky girl!
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