Someone stole my backpack.
This was really kind of ok. It was a north face pack (kids love it) that I got at school after the kids left last year (we were clipping locks looking for textbooks and were told to take things if we wanted them- they had been abandoned, after all).
Maybe they came back for it. Whatever.
The point is, my gloves were in there. Not keep warm gloves. Those are a dime a dozen. My bike gloves.
I told myself I'd just get something quickly. But consumerland drew me in. I don't think the internet helps this. One million variations- each with almost the right combination of features, but all with not exactly the right thing.
People in other, less wealthy, countries must hear this kind of story and just... disbelieve.
So I've been obsessing, and driving my family to the edge of murder with talk of bikeglove features. You'd be surprised how this kind of thing, done regularly, could drive your loved ones to the edge of violence. Turns out they really don't care about these things like I do. Really.
It doesn't matter what I end up buying. The point is to think about how precious this can make us about our belongings. How perfect we think things have to be. But you know what? To quote Grant Petersen, our bodies can adapt- we're not robots who spark and explode if our bike or glove fit is off by 1 mm. We're more adaptable than that. There's a place for perfection in sports- its called the Olympics.....
It's just a ride in the woods, after all.
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