I wish I could learn to like descending. I suck at it.
Yesterday, we did a 44 mile local ride. DH and I rode slowly to the start, about 6.5 miles. It was also cloudy and overcast here, which was good. There were several periods of sprinkles, but no full blown on rain. I had my rain jacket stuffed in my jersey pocket, which seems to superstitiously ward off any rain! We rode from Carlisle into Chelmsford, then into Westford, through an area that I used to frequent when I first moved back to MA. Also, the site of many of my first scary snow driving experiences... When DH was going down a small hill, we went over some rr tracks and his seat bag came flying off in front of me. We had to stop on a busy country road for him to retrieve it and put it back on, but, we were able to stand in someone's driveway. Then, came the climbing portion of the ride. There's a 3 part hill, about 1.5-2 miles long. It's a slog, and I had no desire to try to go fast up it. When you get to the top, you are in the town center, so we stopped on the green, and made our plans for later with our friends we were riding with; after about 6 more miles, we parted ways, as they had driven to the start and we rode home a slightly different way.
I felt good during the ride, despite no sleep the night before. Had a good dinner at our friends' house after the ride, but I think I may rest today, although I kind of want to try out my new trail running shoes. It's going to be sunny and warm, so I am having visions of just laying out by the pond.