My first real "ride." My husband had bought me shorts and a jersey secretly and set up the old Voodoo for me. I had ridden on and off since college, probably never more than 10 miles. We went out of our old development, down Old Harvard Rd into the town of Harvard. Steve said we should turn around because there was a big hill coming up. What I didn't realize was we had to go back up Old Harvard Rd. It's a small hill, with 2 parts. I thought I was in shape, but my husband ended up having to push me up the hill with the back of his hand. I was humbled... this was on a mountain bike with super low gears. A total of 5.6 miles!
My next ride was up a really big hill, which I made about 3/4 of the way up. I was really proud of myself.