Just Call Me Ole Frosty
Like I said in yesterday's post, I finally got to go for a ride this past weekend. Typically I would have considered 1 hour on the road at a mellow pace pretty much a non-ride but since I hadn't ridden in close to two months it was just what my body and mind needed. The plan for the day was simple, I had to build walls for the house at my parents' place so I would head out early and ride as far as I could until Marcy caught me (in the car) and then I would ride the rest of the way with her. I was bummed to not be doing the whole ride but with the amount of time required (4-ish hours) my total lack of conditioning and the frigid temps (about 8 degrees) anything more than 1-2 hours would have been sure death for me.
The ride was nice but uneventful. As I mentioned, it was frickin-a cold but I was prepared with plenty of layers (man do I have the layer thing down pat, 8 degrees and I was warm but I wasn't bulky). It was a clear, bright morning and I was enjoying the ME time. As I expected, the legs and lungs weren't super strong so I took it easy but hot damn was it nice. After about 30 minutes I began to realize that I was accumulating a bit of frost on the porn stache so I stopped, pulled out the phone and shot this pic.
This picture right here is a pretty good reason to shave that son-of-a-bitch.
Shortly after, as I was riding through "Maine's Prettiest Village" past a cemetary with a white picket fence, I noticed the cool pattern the early morning light was making on the pavement so I turned around pulled out my phone again and got this disappointing picture.
I swear, in my mind the pic was much better than this.
Anyway, after about an hour, Marcy caught me and we were off to our next adventures (me framing, Marcy braving christmas shopping crowds and B hanging with my mom).
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