...and not my last. I went out with some of my runner/biking pals on Saturday to The Plains for a 50 miler ride. The furthest I had attempted had been a 26 miler. I was a bit nervous (probably due to the fact that 3 of these people pictured below are doing an Ironman next week: 2 mile swim, 112 mile bike, 26.2 run) about jumping up in mileage so quickly, but I knew I was in kind hands and no one would leave me behind...at least not for too long or until we came to a fork in the road. It was a tough ride going over the rolling hills of Bull Run Mountain but tough in my book is good. I hope someday to be able to get my own bike, but for now, I will use that as my excuse...I need a few of those right now.
Look at our cool shirts! Frank, on left, put these together.
New mph record for me on a downhill...35.4 mph. Check out my cool helment and gloves.
The final few miles and the only time we were really all together. I was usually huffing and puffing it up the hills or too scared to go too fast down.
I can't wait to head up to Alaska for my master class on biking from my brother Matt and now "super biker chic that beats most men in the field" sis-n-law, Tiffanie. I have to do all I can to get myself at least in shape enough to keep them in site.
Look at our cool shirts! Frank, on left, put these together.
New mph record for me on a downhill...35.4 mph. Check out my cool helment and gloves.
The final few miles and the only time we were really all together. I was usually huffing and puffing it up the hills or too scared to go too fast down.
I can't wait to head up to Alaska for my master class on biking from my brother Matt and now "super biker chic that beats most men in the field" sis-n-law, Tiffanie. I have to do all I can to get myself at least in shape enough to keep them in site.
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