You know how it goes.  The weekend whips by and you do a ton of things on your todo list around the house, but you don’t get a ride in.  You’ll admit that happens won’t you?  I’m not alone in this, am I?  Didn’t think so.

The morning started out a wee early when Mr. Grey got up at 6:24.  Mrs. TKD was out for her MWF run at 6:00 and he was not happy about the fact that mommy wasn’t here.  To be fair, he usually doesn’t wake up and not have Mommy home.  Mr. Grey and I watched some quality PBS programing with milk and coffee.  He had milk, I had coffee.  Everyone had some form of breakfast, and we headed outside in a vain effort to beat the heat and get a little gardening done.  That’s when my neighbor Dave rolled up, “You up for a ride, or are you tied up in your projects already?”

It didn’t take me long to calculate that I was going sweat my ass off no matter what, it was a choice of doing it in the yard or doing it in the saddle.  The saddle won.  I did check with the boss first, but she said that it would be okay.

Dave and I have never ridden together before so I wasn’t sure what to expect.  He is a few years older than me but a pretty fit guy.  He does triathlons.  I don’t.

We cruised out of the neighborhood at about 17 Mph and kept the pace high for the first 12 miles, then I started to lag a bit.  No worries though, I knew the route and Dave wasn’t going to drop me anyway.  Every now and then he’d slow down and I’d catch up.  We rode a 30 mile ride in under two hours, with an average pace (for me) of 16.39 Mph.  There was one mile where I averaged 21 Mph.

When I got home, my boy wanted desperately to “ride with” me and so we did.