Originally Posted by JoyfulGirl
Decided to ride into town for groceries today. Thought I'd take a little detour. Finally got to town. Loaded up with groceries. Realized weight makes quite a difference when biking. the 6 miles there was a coasty spinny downhill dream. the 6 miles back was an uphill, a slow meandery one but still UPHILL, almost the entire way. The last leg of it is of course uphill but it's a gravel road that takes a mountain goat or a range rover <or my mountain bike> to get up.
I flopped down on the porch glad I made it home, looking forward to stretching and then making some dinner. Realized I hadn't picked up any smokes. Well, that's one way to quit. I'm sure as &*@) not biking that again tonight to get a pack of coffin nails. I'm sure I'll do it later. in a day or three. when I'm feeling seriously masochistic. That last half mile nearly killed me. I know I'm out of shape but GEEZE that was brutal.