|That's right, I had a cool Lassie lunch box for my first day of school.|
I had some pretty good rides this week, I finished off the week with an 80 miler, riding from Farmington to Rangely. Rangley is a super cool spot in Maine, beautiful, surrounded by lakes and mountains.
Lets talk about the mountains:
|That downhill isn't as downhill as it looks, and the uphill at mile 60 sucks.|
You will have to trust me on the lakes. I didn't get around to taking a picture, I was way too interested in the IGA.
It is the very best IGA in the world.
That is what I thought today anyway.
I should also point out that the only thing between Farmington and the Rangley IGA...is the Rangley IGA.
That makes it that much more special.
I was starving by the time I got there and definitely didn't want any more gel. And I was out of Fig Newtons.
I wanted an apple. Or pizza. OR ICE CREAM!! They had all of it.
I stayed mostly healthy, getting an apple, water, and a box of Fig Newtons.
Yes, a whole box.
Obviously I didn't think that out very well, a whole box of Fig Newtons 1) does not fit in my Bento Box and 2) does not fit in that back pocket of my bike jersey.
As I sat there contemplating this problem (I was considering eating the entire box), a guy walks up to me and asks, "HEY! Are you biking?"
The bike helmet, shoes, and bike must have given it away. Oh, what CSI has done for the masses. The guy talked to me for a while and I ended up giving him my leftover Newtons.
I hopped on my bike, mentally ready for a glorious downhill, when I was blasted back by a vicious headwind.
Balls. What is it with me and headwinds lately?
It was a slog back to Farmington. I couldn't really ride aero as much as I would like because the headwinds and cross winds were so strong I was really getting pushed around. I am not good enough in aero position to have much control over that.
Or much control over anything. I am pretty much out of control when in aero.
I am considering getting a "Student Driver" sticker for my bike. If you see me, give me some space.
Swim - 3600yds
I don't want to talk about it. I have turned into a rock. Or maybe a cat? Enough said.
Bike - 159 miles
Run - 22 miles - including a 15 miler that went really well.