After a 45 minute ride with her, I headed out by myself and decided to hit up Suck Hill (why do I call it Suck Hill??... BECAUSE IT SUCKS!) to see just how badly out of bike riding shape I've gotten.
I made it to the top by sheer will power, it took me another mile to catch my breath. It's 1/3 of a mile long and it is where I'll do hill repeats when I need to ride close to home. It's hard to tell from the picture but if you click on it you can see a white car turning out into traffic and that is where the hill starts and then heads on up.
I dropped my chain once and I remembered I need new brake pads shortly before arriving at an unexpected stop sign while traveling approximately 35 mph and scaring poop out of me.
I couldn't get my bike computer to work, so I have no idea how far I went, but I did ride for 45 minutes.
It was enough time to remind me that the next 5 months are going to be
I arrived at my (hilly) street and was about to hop off and walk the bike up when my good neighbor, Larry, popped out of nowhere from doing yardwork and as always cheered me on up the hill. I
Here's a picture of the boy...
I'm only showing this to you to prove he is still alive and to illustrate why there are so few pictures of him on this blog. This is what I get when I point a camera at him.
Heading off to a girls night/jewelry party and I'm quite sad, because it is the night before our first team run and I would rather drink wine and chat it up all night, but I must not. Wish me luck on staying good and getting to bed early ;-)