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.