Memorial Day Weekend of Biking

Memorial Day weekend was spent on my bikes!

Saturday some friends and I went mountain biking at Lambert Park. Camille got a sweet war wound, but was not deterred. Lambert park is so much fun! I've missed it. The last time I went there it was just a bit difficult ... since it was my first time on my new bike. But this time... with some more practice... was super fun.

I spent the morning getting my oil changed in my car and re-organizing my junk down in the basement and getting rid of some things.

Then that night we saw the newest installment of Night at the Museum.... it was fun. Pretty good.

Sunday I had some of the same friends over for dinner that went biking with me the day before and we had dessert and played some fun games.

And then Monday. Oh Monday. First, I begged and begged and then felt guilty for begging a couple of my friends to join me on a long road ride that I needed to do to train for the Little Red Riding Hood Century Ride I have coming up on June 6th. I ended up going by myself. 60 miles. SIXTY miles. By myself. The first 20 miles were rough, but I took a little rest at Lincoln Beach, laid down to flatten out my kinked back, ate some food. Got back on my bike.

After that it seemed to get easier - probably due to a combination of factors: I had a tail wind for the next 10 miles, it was all new terrain that I've never seen before in my life so it was fun to look around, and pedaling became a way of life - my lot in life that day... in stead of walking that day, I pedaled. Kind of interesting. At one point I was biking through free range land and there were cows on the side of the road! Chewing their cud and watching me as I rode by. The whole time I was pleading that they wouldn't chase me, ram me, or anything of the sort! I don't think I could out run a cow... even on my road bike! I can get up to 20 or 23 mph pretty easily on a flat road, but I was on a slight incline at the time. Kind of wild.

And then I started to see the orchards and the outskirts of Genola, Utah. It was a pretty little farming community! I got a little lost there, my Google maps on my phone were deceiving me... saying one road might go all the way through and then saying one road was called State St. when it was actually Center St. But I found my way and continued on my path around West Mountain. I didn't rest again for another 30 miles... and it just about killed me because I was fighting a head wind coming into the community that I know had a church in whose lawn I could lay down in. But! While I was laying there, the wind switched directions on me and so I had a tailwind for the rest of the way home. Yes!

That evening I rented The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, watched it and had a yummy dinner. That movie totally made me cry at the end! I enjoyed it. The story totally intrigued me. But after it was over, I was feeling like too much of a loner - having spent my whole holiday by myself. I needed some social interaction! So I called around and got a hold of Lindsey who had just put a group together to go miniature golfing. I haven't done that in so long! We had a great time.

The other momentous occasion for the weekend was that my car passed 150,000 miles on its odometer. Kinda crazy!