Ambitious plan: ride 30 miles in to the city to show my husband my awesome commute, change at the office (where my running gear was stashed) run a 5K, eat lunch, ride home.

What really happened: 10 miles in after a sweet few hills, I patted my back and did not hear the merry clink of keys. We had to turn around, ride back over the hills to home, where we packed the truck and drove up to within a mile of the race. Did the 5K, ate lunch, rode with full stomachs back to our parking spot, went home and napped.

So 20 miles, but they felt great, despite the letdown of not being able to show the man my commute!