I almost missed my 7th day of biking. I needed achy, stuffy head, fever, chest cough, medicine today but didn't have any. After school I came home, declared every man for himself night, and went to bed (5 pm). Occasionally tossing and turning, I thought about the bike ride I didn't take today. At 9 pm, my sweet babies came in to kiss me goodnight; if I don't ride my bike now, the 30 day challenge ends I told myself. After Jake fell asleep, I drug myself down to the garage, jumped on my faithful cruiser and set out for my starlit spin. First I noticed the smell of the marsh, fresh and cool, not the mucky odor of the hot day. Then I noticed the sky, the reflection on water, and the light on in a lone dining room up the street. The breeze was better than any cold medicine money could buy. I shivered, either from fever or exhilaration. Nevertheless, I rode my bike, watered my banana peppers and remain committed to the challenge.
Last night when we got home from the mountains, Abbey, Jake and I cruised the neighborhood. It felt good to be home. The mountain bike experience this weekend clarified one very important thing for me - I'm a beach cruiser kind of girl. While I am certainly capable of an adventure on the Trek - I am not in shape for it. The two bike rides in the mountains went like this: I stayed in a cabin 2 hundred yards up a 90 degree hill from John's family cabin. I rode my bike down the hill, past John's cabin and back up the other side (in a U shape), then back down and back up the 200 yards to my cabin. My legs hurt, I struggled to breathe through my already belabored lungs (allergies) and I parked the bike next to the porch.
I hope the next 23 days of biking bring a little more distance for me.