It's HOT outside. I mean probably 108 with a blast furnace type wind. Very pleasant. Now you can see why we force ourselves to get up and out by 5 or 5:30 in the summers. Starting a workout(for me)and my husband after 6:00 A.M. is just too late. Unless we are swimming. And that has to be in an indoor pool.
It's also hard to prepare food and feel like eating much when it is this warm. Last night I steamed some salmon, chilled it, opened a bag of salad and microwaved some mashed potatoes. No heat- good to eat!
But I had to get in a longer bike ride today. And I didn't really want to do it "in town", in the hot, hot asphalt covered town...so we drove Southeast to "our little heaven on earth"-a canyon that takes us about an hour and a half to get to. But it's higher, and it's cooler, and there were clouds so we weren't getting any more damaging UV rays.
We saw about a dozen of these little mule deer today as we were out there pretty early.
We have it written in our wills that our ashes be strewn in the canyon in a certain spot. Hopefully someone will carry out our wishes when the time comes. We have had many great rides up and down the hills in this area, and very rarely see another person. We sometimes rate how "good" the ride was by the lack of people/cars we encounter. Today was good. One other mountain bike guy and three "birders". No cars.
I started this morning not really mentally into this ride. It climbs almost immediately and gets very rocky, then goes into twisty single track with a couple of ditch-type sandy areas. I really have to pay attention and be agressive. This morning I knew it would be rough and I botched the first hill (walked), then totally lost it on the second hill and went off the side completely (walked again), and slid down the big downhill (dab, dab, dab-foot out of the cleat). It's fairly non-challenging from that point on, just a gradual climb to the top. And we made it, but I wasn't quite happy with my performance so we decided to give it another go.
I was a little peeved now. And sometimes I ride better when I just get totally pissed-off at myself for not making a hill (up or down)-so I went for it. And today I actually rode (although very slowly) a steep downhill (I consider it steep) without clipping out and "dabbing" at the dirt. It has taken me three years of riding this hill to do this. Three damn years! But I guess it's progress. A little slow...but progress is good.
I guess I should have gotten angrier way back when!
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