Yesterday was supposed to be my first ride. I blabbed to everyone at work that I was going out on Saturday. Unfortunately a harder than normal work schedule and a windstorm that knocked out the power conspired against me and waking up Saturday was an impossibility.
So, early this morning, I headed off to meet the club. Sunday rides are not as heavily attended as Saturday rides. However, since I have not had any luck meeting single female cyclists, this isn’t really important. Hopefully with a bit of training and a bit more discipline, I will go out both days.
This morning four of us: a couple of newbies and myself–though since I didn’t ride with the club much last year and despite my time in Asia, I felt like a newbie, headed off on the classic Musselman’s Lake ride. It’s about 45 to 50 km–depending on who you ask and whose electronic devices you trust most. I tend to put it closer to 50. We were scheduled to ride an average of 24kms per hour.
It felt great to be back on the bike, but it wasn’t easy. We had some strong wind. When it was in front of us, I was slowed considerably. When it was at my back, I flew down the road. Obviously, you know which one I prefer. The air was warm, but not too warm to make me sweat. Almost perfect.
I also made the conscious decision to join Strava. I don’t think I will be breaking any records, but it will be nice to see my overall mileage for the year, and hopefully I will go a little faster.
I may be a little sore now…and I might be a little sore tomorrow, but I feel pretty good about calling this Today’s Perfect Moment.