I'll start.
DH, GF and I went up to OK to ride in the magnolia tour ride. A small ride of about 100 people. I misjudged the time and we wound up being really early, so we registered and spectated at the variety of people, most notable award went to a guy on a hybrid with baskets and a carton of cigarettes in them. He rode in sandals, cutoff khakis, an odd looking helmet, and, of course, a cigarette. My livestrong bracelet nearly caught fire spontaneously just watching. DH has been off the bike since we returned from Ca except to try (again) mountain biking with me (he is new to it) where he ran into a tree within in the first 100 yards and bruised (badly) his ribs...or he is just being a baby. Not sure which. But it put him off his bike for three weeks except for a whiny ride with me earlier this week and a few laps at the track. I, on the other hand, have been busting my butt with intervals and spin and strength training.
Off we go, my GF is a good rider, having done ironman tris in a former life. We usually pedal the same speed, she is better on the flats and I outclimb. So it works ok. DH was off like a shot at the front of the "mass" start. Good roads, nice support, well marked route. We cruised the first 20 miles in just under an hour, including a rest stop for about 5 minutes. And then we turned around. The wind was brutal coming back, sometimes a cross wind, for a long stretch, a headwind. GF and I took turns on the front. DH passed us before we turned around, waved to me that he was OK (he was supposed to be taking it easy to to the ribs), and went on, which is fine with me. He is hard to paceline with, so both of us prefer to let him go ahead.
I felt terrible on the way home. My legs were tired, and the headwind made the gentle grades seem as bad as the mountains I just came from. And I was irritated that my spin was off. I got back to the parking lot in just under 3 hrs for 40 miles. It took us twice as long to get home (of course, we stopped briefly twice). And my back was killing me, my right foot hurt, and my left hand. No idea why. To make it worse, DH was waiting, where he happily told me he had been there for an hour. AN HOUR. He wasn't complaining, he was happy with his ride. I was irritated, having had a bad ride after working my butt off and he had ridden great while partially crippled and off form. UGH.
Oh well. At least it wasn't a longer ride. Prolonging the agony and such.



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I had intended on riding 25 miles this morning on country roads - but the temps and humidity went up quicker than anticipated. I started out with a jacket, wool short-sleeve jersey and knickers. The down-hills would have been too cold without the jacket, but by mile 18 I was HOT - so I called an end to the ride for the day. I am going to need to learn how to deal with the heat - but the jacket was just too much and there was no place to store it if I removed it.
DH had food poisoning last night, so I had to let him sleep in. I coaxed him out with coffee and pancakes, sure he would have no problem keeping up with me, even when he was recovering. He finally got moving about 9:30 am by saying, "Are you ready to ride? You don't look ready?" Grrrrrr. We headed out of our neighborhood just to discover it is our subdivision garage sale weekend. We could barely navigate through all the double parked cars and people. I finally hit my stride and was keeping a pretty good pace, accelerating over most of the smaller hills. As we hit crested one of the bigger hills, my gears locked up while trying to down shift (picture max HR, then coming to a sudden stop in TRAFFIC). I couldn't get restarted on the hill so I had to pull over and catch my breath. We finally got moving again and near our turn around, DH blew a tire. (When I looked back and realized I dropped him, I knew something was up). I just learned to stand on hills, so on the way back I crested another big hill with DH yelling--"Yeah, I can barely keep up!" I answered by trying to cough up a lung 