Somewhere around mile 5 I pulled over and stopped to get a drink, because I am still not coordinated enough on this bike to pull the water bottle out while I'm moving. And it was a good excuse to get my heart rate down a little; I'm trying to keep it around 145 and it was pushing into the 150 range. So, a short 30 second break seemed ideal.
Walking along the path near the street was an older guy with his tiny little dogs; I see them out frequently, so much that when we pass we nod at each other. Today he stopped, and I was happy because of tiny yappy dogs trying to greet me.
Him: I swear, you change bikes as often as I change underwear.
Me: You've only changed your underwear 6 times in the last 10 years?
Him: All right, you win.
My day is made. I win. Puppies + a ride + finally thinking fast enough is a total victory.