No I didn't die on the first bike outing . . .
Since acquiring the 'two wheel instrument of pain' I've been out on a series of consistently longer rides every weekend.
The longest weekend so far has been 140km - an 80k ride on Saturday followed up by 60k on Sunday.
And yes, my butt was numb.
Most of my rides have been along the lakeshore - going out to the tip of the Leslie Spit before working my way west to the Humber River trail and following it north.
Mistakenly, I thought this was a challenge.
Till this past weekend.
On the advice of the bike shop's resident in-house masochist on Saturday I went for a 60k ride north of the Toronto Zoo - around Uxbridge. Unfortunately, what they didn't tell me was that it was an all hill route.
BIG DIFFERENCE!
On Sunday I went back to the lake route.
June 9, 2008
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