The radio weather dude said it would be getting up to 66 degrees today. I suggested to Hubby Tony that we pack a picnic lunch and take our bikes out for the first ride of the year. He agreed.
After we finished our morning activities I put together meals for both of us (in individual Ziploc bags so we could each carry our own), threw on a t-shirt and a pair of exercise capris, and found a backpack. Tony was nice enough to check my tires for air. On the way out the door I grabbed a fleece and the all-important face mask.
The last time I rode was shortly before Halloween, and today my body told me in no uncertain terms it wasn't used to that type of exertion. We stayed away from the most direct route because of its large hill and left through the back of the neighborhood. I was embarrassed when I could barely make it up an incline that was no big deal last year, and I might have been able to walk up another one faster than my pedals took me, but I managed to stay in the seat.
Tony and I rode to a small park about three miles from the house. There were a lot of people out enjoying the nice weather, but it was easy to find a bench and eat. We took a scenic route home, going several blocks out of the way before doubling back to a grocery store, where Tony purchased some ingredients for tonight's dinner. The last part of the ride was backtracking our original route, and it was wonderful to be able to coast down the hills that gave me so much trouble earlier in the day.
Our total ride was a little over eight miles. By the time I got home I was already feeling the muscles that will be sore tomorrow. I don't know when my schedule and the weather will cooperate for another bike ride, but I'm already looking forward to it.
Fie years ago today: Granola