My boyfriend and I had planned on getting a long ride in yesterday. Life kind of got in the way and we weren't able to leave the house until about 11am. We ended up doing 73 miles and I was disappointed we didn't get in more.

While sitting on the deck enjoying our post ride recovery beers, we tried to think back to the times when anything more than 15 miles was insanity.

Amazing, how this sport is sometimes, isn't it?

We're both training for a couple 12 hour and 24 hour mtb races this year with some 100 mile mtb races thrown in for good measure.

I wouldn't let us start riding back towards home until we had at least 65 miles in as I WASN'T going home with anything less than 70.

How crazy!