Hi. I'm an overweight (thank you, menopause and quitting smoking), 51-year-old, bakery-loving, chocolate-hoarding, not-so-much-with-the-exercising (why can't knitting and photography* be more cardio-vascular?), woman who birthed three children – I'm sure I need not elaborate further, you get the picture – and I rode 25 miles on my bike yesterday!!
Along with (actually, lagging behind the whole way) Katie, I took part in the 24th Annual Best Friends (of Neenah-Menasha) Gourmet Bike Tour. Twenty-five miles is my longest distance, so far, and considering that I took my first ride three weeks ago, that's really nothing short of freakin' amazing! I say so!!
You can bet, I took special notice of the 14.3-mile mark and gave myself a mental high-five — that's the distance for my bike leg of the triathlon relay coming up in three weeks!
I stopped five times — twice for water and cookies (one each time – I might have resisted had I not spied the Snickerdoodles), once for only water, and twice to take photos. I carried the camera in a Slingshot backpack the whole 25 miles, too. (I'm working on a separate post about carrying the camera.)
We started just before 9 a.m. on a gorgeous morning and finished at just about noon — right next to some folks checking in upon completion of the 55-mile route. Granted, they started a bit earlier than us – and it wasn't a race in any way, shape, or form – and holy frick, I just SURVIVED RIDING 25 MILES – but I'm pretty sure that we'll be doing the 55-mile route next year, if not the 75-.
*Actually, photographing a toddler can be a darn good workout!