Sunday, May 27, 2012

Metric Hundy

It was rather unexpected, but I did a metric century, right at 62m, this morning, all before 12p.m. I had planned to ride early with Patrick, a tempo ride early before his parenting duties kicked in. We did a good tempo out River Rd. and I was feeling my mtbike effort from the previous day; in fact I was pretty poor. Patrick distanced me on the Wolf Pen climb, but I got him back on the short, steep Barbour Ln. climb.

Once I dropped PJ off I made my way back into town for coffee and to briefly meet up with the gang, which was going back out for an undetermined jaunt at 9.00. Having no other particular plan, I follow them through the Highlands and down towards the Riverwalk. Ian was on the Dummy, so I knew I could at least draft him. Dave was on the 'bent and Timothy on his new Soma. We ended up having a very pleasant ride out the Riverwalk (with some BD disc issues en route) and then to a water stop in Shawnee Park. From there we used Algonquin to complete the westward loop before finishing on B'town. We were going to avail ourselves of food and libations but it wasn't 1.00 yet, the magic hour on Sunday. Instead I went home, first with a brief stop at Kroger, and as I approached, I noticed that I was going to be within tenths of a metric, so around the block I went, finishing with 62 miles en punto. I felt crushed after my mtbike ride yesterday- one where I finished early defeated- and then started the morning pretty rickety. By Shawnee I was pretty warmed up and feeling better and I finished adequately.

Of course, I almost came to blows with the good wife b/c she was between me and my burrito, but fortunately I ate it, stemming off the food-deprived mania. Good mileage start to the Summer Cycling Season.



Barturtle said...

If I woulda known you were coming within 2 blocks of my house, I could have been ready to join you there.

LvilleTex said...

I know. Pat's schedule is so much more restricted it was a,"Plan? Go!" kind of moment.

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