Anyway, we went to a local bike shop (Erik's Bike Shop) yesterday to get a few last minute things I decided I needed before the race. Our first stop was the Erik's Bike Shop in Burnsville. Our whole family walked through the doors and headed straight for the shoe section. A nice young gal came up to us and asked us if we needed help. I said, "Yes, I'm going to buy some shoes." Nathan had already picked out a pair of shoes for me to try on. She grabbed the size we requested and we talked about shoes. Nathan mentioned the words "mountain shoes" several times during the conversation. I finally found a pair I liked and she says, "Are these for spin class? Do you need cleats?"
NO, I DO NOT NEED THEM FOR SPIN CLASS! I MOUNTAIN BIKE! HENCE THE WORDS "MOUNTAIN SHOES" SEVERAL TIMES IN OUR CONVERSATION! (I did not actually yell this out loud, but it's what I felt like inside.)
Our next destination was the Erik's bike shop in Bloomington. Here, Nathan and I were perusing the glove section of the store. As we're looking through the women's gloves another nice young lady comes up to us to see if we needed any help. I continue to look through the gloves and Nathan asks her if they have any gloves with the loop on them to help you get them off your hands? She finds a pair with webbing that does the same kind of thing and then says to us, "But these are woman's gloves."
NO KIDDING! I AM A WOMAN AND I AM LOOKING AT GLOVES AND I FREAKING MOUNTAIN BIKE...BIATCH! (Ok, I didn't say this either, but it's what I felt like inside.)
Maybe because Nathan was doing most of the talking these women thought the mountain shoes and the gloves were for him? Maybe because I showed up in the store wearing a skirt and ballet slippers (and the fact that I am still flirting with the 200 pound mark) makes these women think I couldn't possibly be out on the mountain bike course...well I am. And this Saturday I will be out there with my new shoes, my new gloves, and my mother freaking tutu.
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