Heavy Legs

In the first real day of riding in two weeks, the legs felt real heavy. I just wanted to get out and ride a bit of the route we will ride next weekend with the Scouts. There are a few bad intersections that might be troubling to cross but I think it will be all right. The gravel trucks will not be too bad if we get down 471 early enough. Otherwise, the ride went well, a little wind but I still managed 17.5 MPH over the 26 miles. I've got to get the plan together for the STP. I figure I have to riding 250+ miles per week going into the STP. Slowly I will get there. I saw a ride in Bicycling Magazine up Mt. Shasta in Northern California. It is 130 miles of fun with rides up the mountain. Sure, after the STP I will be ready to tackle anything.

After riding, I washed the car, threw the football with Cassie and Craig while evading Colin on his bike. Afterward, we had light sabres fights. I got tired of dieing and saying, "Craig, I am your father." So, we went on a short ride around the neighborhood. We say Bishop Baldwin out so we stopped and talked to him. He's excited about the ride next week as well. I told him about the Exodus. We'll see how this turns out next week. Now it is time to do the normal Saturday stuf.

After the ride, Craig was talking to me about the ride. He said he did not quit on the ride because Lance wouldn't quit. He made me smile. Remember, always be healthy and LIVESTRONG! Thanks Craig for listening and believing.