I hate going a whole week between rides, but this past week was so hot I could not bring myself to get out there. Finally the heat broke on Saturday, and with a pleasantly warm morning, I rode my bike over to the Post Office to pick up a parcel. It’s a short ride, maybe 3 miles round-trip, so I couldn’t be bothered firing up the car for something like that. To no one’s surprise, there are no bike racks outside the Post Office (this is a separate annex where they keep packages requiring signature if you’re not home when they try to deliver). So I did what any self-respecting bicycle lover would do: took it inside the building with me. Yep, I did. No big deal really, it’s just an ugly lobby where you ring the bell and someone comes out of the back to get your stuff. A young family with children in a stroller came in as I was there, and I did get kind of a strange look from the woman. :::shrug:::
Anyway, the weather was so fabulous I decided I really did need to go out for a real ride, so I went home, dropped off the panier and excess stuff, changed and went back out. This time I took a slightly longer route, but opposite of the direction I rode last week. The result was it took me almost exactly one hour. Hmm. Not sure if the change of direction made that much of a difference from last week, when it took me an hour and 15 minutes, or wind at my back or what. Maybe the muscles are quicker at remembering than I gave them credit for. It was a great ride, with a couple of stops for water (still a little klutzy about getting the bottle back in the holder while riding, I dropped it once and had to turn around and go back for it). I also wasn’t nearly as wiped out when I got home. Good to know I’m not quite dead yet.