My training buddy Erin and I set out for an hour ride from my house last night. She was not in the mood for real hilly, so I did my best to avoid the big ones (and in my neck of the woods, we have big hills aplenty). We were on some main roads, and it was raining off and on, so we kept our speed on the cautious side. But at some point, if we wanted to get back to my house, there was going to have to be a hill. Unfortunately, the hill was shortly after an intersection, and I completely lost my momentum, and my energy, and had to walk up the hill. I've done this hill in the past, it's not that bad, but it must have just been the perfect storm of wet, tired, and under fueled that stopped me from making it this time.
Erin had no idea where we were most of the time, so she was behind me, getting the spray from my tires in her face. She also had the pleasure of getting to stare at my hot pink underwear that was clear as day through my black compression shorts. I guess it's time to either stop wearing underwear or start wearing bike shorts, or maybe both! Halfway through the ride I felt as if I had peed myself I was so wet from road spray. But, I can still say I am a pee on the bike virgin.
Once we got to the top of the walked up hill, Erin had her bearings as we were in the Tipp Hill area, where all the Irish Bars are located, and where her brother and several of her boy toys live. She decided we should ride down her brothers street to see if he was home. He wasn't so we turned to go up the next street, which was up hill. Then I tried to take her home the least hilly way, but there were still several ups and downs and peaks and valleys. We did finally manage to avoid hills for the last few miles, but I'm pretty sure that my young friend Erin will not be biking with me from my house anytime soon.
Erin had no idea where we were most of the time, so she was behind me, getting the spray from my tires in her face. She also had the pleasure of getting to stare at my hot pink underwear that was clear as day through my black compression shorts. I guess it's time to either stop wearing underwear or start wearing bike shorts, or maybe both! Halfway through the ride I felt as if I had peed myself I was so wet from road spray. But, I can still say I am a pee on the bike virgin.
Once we got to the top of the walked up hill, Erin had her bearings as we were in the Tipp Hill area, where all the Irish Bars are located, and where her brother and several of her boy toys live. She decided we should ride down her brothers street to see if he was home. He wasn't so we turned to go up the next street, which was up hill. Then I tried to take her home the least hilly way, but there were still several ups and downs and peaks and valleys. We did finally manage to avoid hills for the last few miles, but I'm pretty sure that my young friend Erin will not be biking with me from my house anytime soon.
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