By Friday, I had got enough study done to be able to take the morning off. I was planning to go for a run, but then I realized what I really wanted to do was cycle. My lovely birthday bike, Margarita has been sorely underused and I’ve been dying to do a decent ride lately.
So on Friday morning, the Dude and I cycled to school together, he went into his classroom and I set off on my epic ride.
For me, it was epic. I cycled from Foster City to Woodside. It was about 15 miles each way and involved one giant hill. I climbed up it on the way and shot down it on the way back. It actually wasn’t too bad – long but steady, I climbed the whole thing fairly easily (if not quickly). Then, I had 8 blissful miles along Canada Road – a local cycling mecca. The road is straight, gently undulating and fairly car-free and it ends in Woodside at one of my favourite cafés where I celebrated the half-way point with a totally unnecessary giant almond croissant and hot chocolate.
The ride back was equally fun although shooting down Ralston Hill was pretty terrifying.
All in all, I did 32 miles. Now I know that this is hardly ‘epic’ but for me, it was a big deal. I haven’t ridden 32 miles since the Dude was born. One of my New Year Resolutions was to do a Century Ride. Layla’s recap of her century lit a fire in me earlier in the week and Friday’s ride kind of fanned it into flames. All the local century rides seem to include copious amounts of giant hills but THIS ONE in October in Sacramento is pretty flat and I’m pretty confident this is going to be it. The Husband also wants to do it, we need to work out how we both train for it without sacrificing enormous amounts of family time.
Riding Margarita is VERY different to riding Liesl, my touring bike. Things I’ve noticed are:
- Climbing hills is much MUCH easier.
- Going downhill is terrifying.
- Road saddles are nowhere near as kind on your nether regions as touring saddles.
- I feel a little insecure not carrying much ‘stuff’. On Margarita, I only have a little saddle bag. It doesn’t store as many things as I like to take with me.
- I may need to buy one of those ugly cycling jerseys with enormous pockets in the back.
- I probably need to learn to clip into my pedals.
- Road cyclists are not as friendly as touring cyclists.
- Just because you have a swanky bike and clip-in shoes does not mean you can look down on me, mate!
I do realise that 32 miles isn’t exactly Tour de France stuff and I don’t want to make too big a deal of it…but I had fun. It was great, just what I wanted, and I’m excited about starting to train for Autumn’s big ride!