Saturday, May 9, 2009

My Biking Adventures (at least that's how I want to think of them!)

Okay, so this week was a big biking week for me. I went out on Wednesday with my friends, K. and J., for a little over 2 hours. They are both great cyclists and were nice enough to pull me along! It was great riding, and I have never gone faster!

As we were coming back, I was leading the way because I was going to turn off into my neighborhood, so I went down a road that I haven't been on yet this season...and at the very end, of course, they were paving. We had no choice but to forge ahead, and all ended up with crap all over our tires. We stopped at the intersection and when we went to take off, J. and K. go, I...fall over!! I started to go and my bike was in a hard gear, and I just fell over!! I didn't get hurt beyond a couple of bruises, but my pride definitely suffered. K. and I had a great laugh over it, J., I'm sure, just rolled his eyes and wondered what he was doing riding with a noob like me!

So today, my plan was to ride for about 2.5 hours, and I was headed toward the hills. The ride was going great (even the hills), the weather was amazingingly beautiful, I was riding on country farm roads with hardly any traffic, and then, I got chased by 2 dogs! I was kind of going up a hill, so I couldn't go any faster, and one of the dogs was coming right at me with a vicious bark. I screamed out of pure fear, and he took a step back for a second before coming at me again. I screamed again....and again and again, until I was finally out of range. In all of my crazy, banshee screaming (I'm not kidding here, folks, I was really screaming..not yelling words, just screaming my fool head off) no one ever even came out of the house to see what was going on!

Well, needless to say, that shook me up a bit, and I was wary of every house I passed after that.

But, I continued on, still enjoying my ride, until I realized that I was lost. I had decided not to turn around at my halfway point because the road seemed to be curving back. Well, I soon had no idea where I was, although it was absolutely gorgeous. Not too much later, another dog starts to run up to me. This one looked kind of friendly, but I was taking no chances, and pulled my banshee scream out for him, too. It only took one to discourage him.

After another 20 minutes of worried riding, nervous nelly starts at intersections because I was worried about falling again, flinching at every bark of a dog, and dropping my gel flask, I realized I could figure out my direction from my Garmin. Once I did that, I felt better that I was at least headed in the right direction. I knew by this point that I would not make it home in 2.5 hours. I dropped my gel flask again, while I was trying to suck out that last drops of energy, and it almost got run over by a big truck.

So I finally made it home for a total ride of 3 hours 3 minutes. Kel and the boys were in the driveway and started clapping and cheering when they saw me. Total mileage was longest ride ever. I wouldn't call it my most fun ride, but it was something!


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