I went for a ride yesterday and felt great! It wasn’t a very long ride, only 25 miles, but I kept an average of 18.5 mph!
It is so funny to see guys’ faces when a girl passes them. I passed a few although I did not think that I was going all that fast. There was a slight uphill, nothing major and I was going about 16. Passed one guy, which he simply could not handle. He had to catch me and openly said that he could not let a girl pass him even if it is only for half a mile. Well, he turned around while I went for a tougher hill. I obviously did not care to tell him that I am pregnant. He would have had a heart attack. On the way back I caught up with a team of riders. They are a strong team and I see these guys there often. So, one of them is screaming: “Check her out. Common, little girl, catch up”. Well, you bet I caught up and stayed with them the whole way at 23 mph. I slowed down almost at the very end of the rout when my heart rate started racing. At the stop they had all those goofy smiles on their faces and I thought to myself: “If I wasn’t 9 weeks pregnant I would have pulled all of you”. Well, I am just talking too much now. But I simply had a good day. It does not happen every day. And I also concluded that men’s egos cloud their mind way too often.