I charted a new course yesterday that I thought would be about 55 miles. It included lots of hill work as I am getting ready for a 72 mile ride in heat next month. Well, after stopping off at two different covered bridges and missing an
important turn, I ended up 12 miles off course. I wasn't concerned and knew I could back track, but when my dear husband texted me, 'want me to come and get you', I decided to take him up on his offer. I ended my ride covering 67.62 miles and he saved me from adding six more.
My longest distance ever...and I figured I'd be so sore today. But can happily say no aching body parts.
Here's a picture of my new ride:



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Hadn't planned on it, but that's what we ended up doing. Left the house at 5:45am and didn't get back until after 2pm...so it was a fairly casual pace...but still such a long day in the saddle. I've come to realize, that once I hit the 90-mile mark...everything beyond that is just mindless pedaling, to me.
Like I'm not really enjoying it much, at that point...but I just want to finish and be done with it. I sincerely doubt that I will ever ride that kind of mileage in one day, again. I felt like a zombie for the rest of the day. 
