On Friday evening, we decided that we didn’t want to ride on Saturday morning. The weather forecast called for rain and cold wind. So, we ran around all day on Saturday. (Nathan had a commitment with his baseball team to prepare the field for play this season. So, he couldn’t have ridden with us anyway.)
We planned on riding on Sunday morning. But we woke up to a drizzly rain and gray skies. We waited it out and saddled up around 10. There was wind. Nathan’s bike has not grown with him. His knees ride closer to his chin every week, it seems. He and Stephen turned around and headed back home at Highway 6. Erin and I continued on toward Fry Road – a repeat of the ride that Stephen and Nathan and I had done last week. No dog-bike accidents this week. Just more wind and a tired girl who hadn’t ridden for two weeks.
We slogged it out. I think, in the end, that I didn’t hydrate well. It seemed as if every push of the pedal was hard this time. But, we made it home with 40 more miles behind us. I was truly useless the rest of the day. (And I really didn’t have the luxury of being useless!) So, I think my lesson is to focus more on making sure I’m drinking enough water throughout the ride. Stephen has told me that many times, and once again, he’s proven right! Darn it!
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