It is 10 AM and I am home from my ride, fully loaded with a baker’s dozen of bagels and some low fat schmear (’cause I went to Noah’s for the bagels and they like to pretend like their bagels have something to do with real, Jewish , NYC bagels. They do not).
I feel fabulous. The ride was just spectacular. My friends took me out to a place where there are no cars and no other people (because the smart ones were still in bed) – just us, our bikes and the wild turkeys of Sunol Valley. I had no idea the wild turkey population was so big. They were everywhere, stupid and oblivious, the way turkeys are. If you wanted to pick one off you could probably just saunter over and whack it on the head.
I only went for 30 miles because that seemed sufficient at this point since I haven’t ridden more than 10 at a time since May and since I just ran a marathon a week ago. I did do the big hill part of this ride. I think it went for about 3 or 4 miles up hill but I’m not sure about the grade. I’ll have to see if Lady Garmina can get a bead on that. The important thing is that I did it – every inch of it.
Did I already say I feel fabulous because I do. I’m going to take a shower, put on something comfy, toss a load of laundry in the machine and make myself a bagel and a latte and start reading the paper. And it will only be 11 AM when get there. Life is good.
Thank you Jeanne for the early AM html lesson. I’m too lazy for that, though. If Firefox can’t hack the load I refuse to pick up the slack. For now an unapologetic IE user who is very good with virus scanners and pop blockers and spyware removers and that’s just the way it is. Bold, it’s nice to know I have some company in my refusal to shun the Gods of Redmond.