dedicated

I've just cooled down from an eightten-mile bike ride, which I took in crappy weather. It's not exactly raining here, but it's also not exactly not raining. In other words, the perfect weather for making excuses. John reminded me that I could ride the spinning bike, while watching Food Network (Everyday Italian is my guilty pleasure). But the den is even darker and more dreary than the great outdoors is, at the moment. So I threw a long-sleeved tee under my cycling jersey, and rode did a five-mile seated climb from River Road, up Summit, to the Cathedral. Then, I flew home—half of which is downhill.

Exhausting. And exhilarating!

Last week I got in four rides, mostly loops of River Road, from Stonebridge to the Ford Parkway bridge, cross the mighty Mississippi to West River Road to Lake Street, cross the river again and begin the climb home. This takes about thirty to forty minutes, depending on how motivated I feel.

I plan to keep riding to the Cathedral and back this week, monitoring my time. Next week, I'll add a little more distance, as well as some kid weight when John and I hook up the tagalongs and take a family ride.