So in my frisky state I suggested we turn our longish ride into a super longish ride by adding in a lot more climbing for a lot more kick ass descending, ultimately totaling between 25 and 30 miles in about 5 hours or so. Everyone kinda looked at me sheepishly but in the end we all agreed and set out out on our mega ride (mega ride being relative of course). And strangely as the day and pedal strokes wore on the stronger I felt, it was great and unexpected, this doesn't happen that often so go with it and I did pedaling past the boys with a "coming thru"! What was it that made me feel so physically and mentally good, a rush of good hormones, good nutrition, the addition of running to my schedule as "cross training", the alignment of stars in the sky, who knows I just relished it and enjoyed it and didn't think about it too much. As everyone else faded I remained strong and the end of the trail felt like it came a bit too soon. This also meant that I got to drive home as Craig got to nurse his exhaustion with a Negra. And the best thing of all is we didn't see another person the whole ride, yes, that is possible still in the mountains along the front range.
I even entertained another ride on Sunday, taking away my one rest day (the endorphins were thinking here). However our old dog Josy had an epic night of getting up and down and keeping us awake off and on all night, it was brutal and I don't do well with disrupted sleep. So when Sunday dawned my endorphins had disappeared and in it's place my more typical, reasonable mind suggested I hang out and get some things done around the house and enjoy a day of rest and so that's what I did. I enjoyed my mind soothing at home chores, that are truly soothing to me. I did some gardening, smiled at the success of my ripe tomatoes which I enjoyed on my homemade pizza that night. I watched the Peregrine Falcon thru binoculars that we have nesting near the house sore through the sky while screeching out it's presence, I enjoyed laying on the couch feeling the cool late summer breeze wash over my arms and legs as the humming birds frantically filled up at the feeders wondering when they will finally head south for another year. And it was all good.
Trail Monkey was rescued and brought along for some good mojo.
Craig feeling some friskiness and perhaps a little captain too...