The training continues to go reasonable well. This week I got in three rides of 21, 26, and 45 miles. The 45 mile trip was originally going to be a 64 mile ride but this time when my GPS tried to take me on yet another dirt road I declined "losing" about 20 miles of my route.
I was pleasantly surprised that after riding 45 miles my energy level was still good and my legs felt like the could have gone another 45.
The first (shortest) ride of the week reminded me what makes bike riding so special. I was on a road I've been on before, but this time the wind was at my back, the weather was perfect, and I felt like I was 12 years old again. It was one of those moments, like a good amusement park, when the brain forgets about all the normal stuff and for a few seconds you become immersed in the sheer joy of the experience.
On the second ride I pulled into a gas station to get something to drink and another rider pulled in about the same time. We got to talking and it turns out he was 75 (same age as my dad) and rides about 100 miles a week. Originally from England, he has lived all over the world but settled in Texas partially because of all the great areas we have to ride close by. He seemed to be in great shape and my guess is I'd have a hard time keeping up with him!
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