DH, a neighbor, and I went out for our longest ride of the year. It was to be our "long" training ride before the Seagull Century on the 7th.
Was nice - cloudy, threatening rain that never developed, that kept temps down in the reasonable range. I wanted this to be our LSD ride - long, steady, distance - at a more reasonable pace than the Sunday shop ride (which we're not doing today because of rain and the profound desire to sit at home and be vegetables).
I was surprised we didn't see more cyclists out there. Saw a few, including this one woman on a Trek with tri-bars who was SMOKIN'!! We chased her down - boy she was hard to catch and it took everything out of my neighbor and me (and she replied "Oh. If I had known, I would have made it harder!"). Then she took off, and DH gave a half-hearted attempt to hang with her, and neighbor and I just hung in the back like whipped puppies.
Ended up with 63.2 miles at 15.4 mph.
Did about 2000 feet of climbing, and I dreaded those last two hills I knew we had to do. But, we survived, and other than DH's wanting new pedals, and my saddle feeling like a rock at the end of the ride, I think we're good to go at this point.



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