Which actually turned out to be more than 20 miles
For whatever reason I’ve set a goal for myself to do a 100 mile bike ride this year. That is 100 miles all in one day. I’m already in the middle of one 5k every year for 5 years. (2014 is year 4) Both of these goals are part of my “Life List,” or things I want to do in my life.
There are probably some people who can jump on a bike & spontaneously ride 100 miles, but that isn’t me. I decided to follow a simple training plan of speed rides & long rides to get me ready. Today I checked the weather & decided to go for my first long ride, or 20 miles. I mapped it out & told someone where I was going & what I was doing for safety, then I jumped on my bike & started pedaling.
I had barely made it out of my neighborhood when it started raining. About 2 miles into the ride it was pouring buckets. I reached a decision point at a stoplight & I realized feeling a trickle of rainwater down my legs & into my shoes that I couldn’t get any more wet. It was incredibly miserable & cold. Rain dripping off my hat brim, rain spots on my sunglasses & soaking my gloves. I figured if I wanted to have adventures, then I had to have adventures. (The difference between people who do things & people who don’t: the people who do things, DO THINGS & the people who don’t, DON’T.)
After being soaked like that for nearly an hour, the storm did break, after all it is Spring. Then I took a break & took pictures. Took pictures, wrung out my gloves & gave my sore backside a break. I took another break in another hour, which was a surprise to me, since I’d only expected this to take about 2 hours. I drank some water & had some snacks I’d had the foresight to bring & that turned out to be the only lunch I had. The ride was 3 hours long & a total of 21 miles.
I loved the ride. It reminded me that I live in a beautiful place. I realized both how near & how far things really are from where I live. I saw a lot of things I would not normally see riding in a car. Specifically all the roadkill. I remember growing up in Texas a lot of the roadkill was armadillo, around here it turns out to be opossum, oddly enough.
When I turned into my driveway I saw that my daffodils had opened. I always look for them as a sign of Spring.
Spring has officially arrived people!