Had an awesome bike ride yesterday before working a 12 hour midnight shift. It was my first _real_ ride of the season, yeah I've ridden my bike to work a couple times and my triathlon team did a brick workout on Saturday, but that was 6 miles and hardly counts!
It was great to get out there for 20 miles. It was even better to look at my cyclometer and see 19.2 miles per hour! I knew that couldn't be right, 19.2mph?? Me?? No way! I usually stick to the more fat-girl-friendly zone of 14mph.
I knew that the route I was doing was exactly 10 miles and I was doing it twice so I figured I'd wait and see how long it took me and judge my speed that way. Lo and behold, I hit the five mile mark and my cyclometer says... FIVE MILES! It was right! I didn't have to recalibrate it! SHUT THE FRONT DOOR! What was even more amazing was that I really felt like I was at a manageable pace (I averaged 16.04mph)! Don't get me wrong, I was working. But I definitely wasn't killing myself and I might have even been able to manage 30 miles, had I not required a shower before work. And work was a requirement if I want to keep eating. And trust me, I like to eat.
I especially like to eat after a 20 mile bike ride.
So, let me propose a toast (as I type this it's currently 8:12 am, but I work midnights so it doesn't count):
Here's to riding 20 miles, which would have killed me a year ago! And here's another to not being even a titch sore afterward!
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