What an exhilarating feeling to finally be able to head out for my first ride of the season.   20.993KM, 1H 9M 10S and 18.2 AVG KM/Hr.  Not bad for the first trip on a mix of trails and pavement.  My typical route brings me to a fork where after the 7K mark, it’s either east or west with east becoming a short 10K sprint and west turning into a guaranteed 20K ride.  I’ve never been one to back away from a challenge so when my brain said “not a good idea to go west on your first ride with no real warmup after a winter of pizza and McRibs” the rest of my body said “If you go east, don’t forget to pick up a poodle and a pink blouse on your way back”

My body one the argument.

At a paltry 10K, my head was pounding, knee was aching and I remembered why I love biking.  There is no greater feeling than feeling like you can’t go anymore only to set another incremental goal to sprint towards.  I figured if I couldn’t hit 20K on my first ride, there’s no way I’ll hit 100K by July.  Yeah, that’s right.  100K.  Getting over that first hiccup and shock of the first ride just makes you feel invincible and there will be no better feeling than stumbling in the house on that hot July day, sun-burned, dripping with sweat so I can tell my wife I did it just because she looks at me like I’m out of my mind when I tell her I’m going to hit the 100K mark.

Bring It.

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