If you read this blog ... and I know that you do. Well then you read about my biking the longest distance to date 66 miles. It was quite an achievement. I am proud of myself.
Like all endurance first times this distance has stuck with me through the week. But not in the way you might think. My muscles actually felt better than after the 54 mile ride the week before. Well except my shoulder. Apparently I tense my shoulders while biking I have to stop that because it hurts later.
But more importantly... my ankle and my forehead are healing.
Before we even set out I was waddling my bike toward the start and I scraped the side of my ankle against the cleat. it stung a bit but not really and it didn't really bleed but later in the shower I learned I had carved a little whole in my leg. That stung a bit. I put a band-aid on it to prevent myself from screaming like a banshee when my 5-year old tried to touch it. I was just able to peel the band-aid off yesterday.
I actually am not riding this weekend because I've been summoned by the mother-in-law to deliver the grandkids. But as it turns out it looks like my body needs a rest. Oh and there's the little matter of the 18 mile run on Saturday so I actually don't feel guilty.
Tune in later to hear about how I managed to lose my keys while running in place on a treadmill - nope I'm not kidding.