First 50 Miler

Yesterday I rode my first 50 miler for the summer. I'd planned on doing at least 30, but once I got out and realized how good I was feeling, I just kept going. I ended up having to deal with a short detour, about three miles or so, because county workers were tarring and chipping a road I wanted to take. I was forced to hang a left, going further west than I'd planned. I thought all was just fine when I reached a road that went north, but I soon ran into a real gravel road. Sweetness and I don't do gravel. We tried that once. Things didn't go well.

But the only other choice was to backtrack, adding on more miles. I assured Sweetness this gravel road would be fine. We'd go slow, which we did. About a mile in, we found a paved road we could turn onto. From there, we were back on track. The rest of the ride went without a hitch. Well, unless you factor in the guy driving the convertible at the four-way stop, who didn't see me (that's what I'm going with), and started forward right when I was directly in front of him. And yes, I had stopped. It was my turn. I was wearing a bright pink top and a bright green helmet. I'm just pretty sure he didn't see me.

Anyways . . .

Today is a break day. I have some work I need to finish up, some reading to do, some writing to do, and some Spanish to learn. And rain is in the forecast, so no longer ride today.

Tomorrow, though, maybe 60.

Or 70.

Unless the wind says otherwise, which it very well could. Stupid wind.


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