Sorry for the nearly two-week absence. I’m making a few big life changes — new job, new apartment — and have had some great down time that I’ve spent doing anything but working and blogging. But there was bicycle riding — oh yes, lots. Here’s my funemployment vacation in pictures (and a few words):
The Great Pumpkin Ride with this girl started as a total disaster (missed alarm, lost car keys, flat tire) but ended up being a great day full of Halloween candy and casual chatty riding and yummy baked goods and a peppermint hot chocolate/burrito refuel stop.
I held my own on the climbs but got pretty quickly dropped on the descents by this guy. I’m light enough to go up, definitely not heavy enough to go down.
I did a long-ish run with my cycling buddy — her last big one before her upcoming half. I only did the early miles with her but got in 9.5 total on the morning thanks to the “commute” from my apartment to Hains Point. Nothing like DC at sunrise.
Later that day I got dragged on my first ever trail “run” — which was really more of a hike/climb with a mile warmup and mile cooldown on the Billy Goat Trails leading up to Great Falls, Md. Who knew something that beautiful could be found just outside of a big city? You look over the Potomac — the pretty part, don’t worry — on giant rock walls and can wave to the people over in Virginia. I wish I’d had my phone or camera. In the end, I managed to survive without any broken bones or bruises or bloody gashes — that’s saying something, I’m clumsy — but I realized being an endurance athlete does not automatically make you good at everything. True story.
Halloween weekend included a few drinks and a long-ish ride with this girl, who will be heading to Cozumel later this month for her first Ironman. She lives in Denver now, I’m not sure I’ll forgive her for that.
And the past few days have been spent at home in lovely Savannah. Every time I come back I realize how much I miss and appreciate the South — the accents, the polite people, the lack of traffic — and I take full advantage of it. See: rooftop drinks downtown followed by chicken-and-waffle sliders and shrimp and grits; dinner made entirely from my parents’ weekly CSA basket; drinks and s’mores by the fire pit in our yard; and fun family time. Yes, my mom looks like she’s 30.
Next up (ie. tomorrow) is the Savannah Rock ‘n’ Roll Half Marathon. I haven’t trained for this even a little bit — lots of offseason fun and ass-in-saddle time instead — but as it’s in my hometown it should be a good time. More on that later — back to my last few days of freedom!