This morning we finally managed to get out early before my husband left for work and have enough time for more than a quick two miles.
Even though it felt muggy when I first stepped outside (almost 80 degrees) the sun wasn't overhead yet and it was cool enough when we started riding. I talked him into doing 4 miles even though he was worried it would make him late to work.
Well, when we got home, I knew I could keep riding, but I also knew that I forgot to toss his shirts in the dryer before we left and they were still wet (ooops) and rather than tell him, I planned to run do it quickly and hope they got dry by the time he showered!
Except.
My glasses had fallen out of my pocket. (I can't read the time without them and had checked the time before we did our second lap.)
I was thinking, toss shirts in dryer, grab car keys, go back to place where checked time -- when he said, "Well, are you coming?"
He was ready to ride back and look (only a couple of blocks away) so I said sure. Only they weren't there. I just kept riding the route and watching the ground. He didn't follow me, so I thought, hey what the heck, and just rode the entire route again -- and did find them near the furthest point (run over by a car, natch!). But what I realized during that last lap is how good it felt, how much I was enjoying the ride, and how cool it was. And I realized, it isn't the distance that's killing me, it's the heat.
That isn't a REAL surprise. I have little heat tolerance. But it was good to realize that my legs/body were up to longer distances, even if I'm too big a wimp to push through the heat. I could have easily gone another lap if I hadn't suddenly remembered --
His wet shirts.
Ooops.
I headed home quickly and they still got dry before he was ready for them.
And I showered, got cleaned up, hopped on my bike and rode the 3/4 mile to Starbucks where I am now sitting outside in the shade enjoying the breeze.
Tomorrow with no work schedule to keep to, I intend to get up early again and be prepared to do my longest ride yet before it gets too hot.
Oh, the other thing I finally came to terms with this week is that I simply can't stay up as late as I'd like and still get up early enough to ride in the morning. I'm going to have to give up my night time goof-off-late time and go to bed early (gack) if I want to have the energy to ride first thing, instead of doing what I've been doing which is taking hours to shake off the lethargy and work myself up to riding midday.



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