Woke up this morning and thought "I so don't want to go on a bike ride by myself. I hate going out by myself. It's so dang dangerous. I hate crossing 96 where there's no traffic light - and where there is a traffic light is so busy I'll get squashed. I wish Bert would set up the trainer then I don't have to go out. I much prefer riding with him."
Etc etc etc. I basically talked myself out of cycling.
Then I got up, peeked through the blinds at the roads and went, "....oh alright then." =P
14.5 miles in 1 hour 8 minutes. Half-way through the ride I realized I'd forgotten my dang helmet. MY HELMET! I mean! What? How is that even possible to forget your stinkin' helmet? All I could think the rest of the way home was "Oh my gosh I don't have a helmet on! I feel so irresponsible! How could I forget it?" Some little kid watched me ride by...he was standing by his bike with his helmet on...and I felt like such a bad example.
Anyway. So the bike ride was good except for the trucks. The trucks scare the living daylights out of me. OH my GOSH. Two came alongside me at the crest of a hill. I was really looking forward to the downhill ride. But the front truck slowed down, and the truck behind it slowed waay down and got over into the shoulder right in front of me so I was afraid that either I was going to hit it or I was going to fall over I was going so slow. At the bottom of the hill the first truck turned and the second truck went on its merry way, leaving me with no ooomph with which to face the next roller. Awesomesauce.
The one truck that got way over onto the other side of the road to give me some room made up for it though. =)
Anyway, other than that the ride was fabulous.
I've been thinking...
If my ultimate goal is a 24 hour race, shouldn't I be doing my long runs by time rather than distance?