My maiden voyage was not the awesome ride I thought I would take. I never made it out for that ride on Sunday and it’s a really good thing I didn’t because I would not likely have had a good time. This is the sad tale of my maiden voyage on my new Pinarello. I sort of have a name for it but I’m reserving that until I figure out what to do.
Saturday afternoon late I decided that I HAD to get in my 8 mile run for the day. It had been raining in the morning but then it cleared up so I pulled on my running clothes, grabbed a packet of Hammer Gel that I’d had in my nightstand drawer since sometime last summer and headed out the door. I didn’t take water because I decided to run to the trail that had a bunch of water fountains – no problem. Or so I thought.
The running felt a little sluggish but not bad, I made my way along the most scenic route and got to the trail head only to discover that the water fountain wasn’t really working – great. I ran to the next fountain, every footfall laden with that heightened sense of need and expectation you get when you are thirsty and I just prayed that that fountain would work – it did. It also happened to be at about the 4 mile mark so I gagged down the gel, drank some more water and headed home. It was getting dark and I kept thinking about changing the route so I would have some street light but I really wanted to cover 8 miles so I just pushed on.



