I went mad and rode 100 miles today. 109.72 actually but I had 9.71 miles that didn't record, between Boston and Fosdyke Bridge - no idea why, it just didn't. I rode from Horncastle to Norwich and had 2 proper stops. Once at McDees in King's Lynn for porridge, coffee and a hash brown and then again, when I managed to get on the A47 briefly and decided to cut across to Whitwell Station for a big bit of chocolate cake and a cup of coffee. The ex caught up with me there and I changed from my longs, which were getting really warm by then, into shorts and also jettisoned my jacket, just leaving me in my short sleeved cycling top.
I had enough in my legs to do an extra 8 or 9 miles to make sure that I tipped the garmin over the magic Century. Not bad for an old bird. My cousin/best friend thinks that I am bonkers. I don't think so and I felt great. Although my right knee is giving me a little bit of grief this evening.
The ex husband drove my car so that he could drive me back home again. I drove me back home again while he snored his head off in the passenger seat. The chap that I'm seeing said 'how are your legs?' I just replied 'long, shapely, muscular, admired. How are yours?' because it amused me.
I am a dreadful woman really
I might take tomorrow off running. Might ride tomorrow but it will mean putting wheels on the bike. I took Eric the CX as well, just in case I needed another bike - My new steel roadie is not getting any younger you know - but PeeBee was awesome. I
him.