Biked part of the way home with Ro. Fort Hill was torture. I figured riding with someone I'd be a little faster, nope slowest yet. Perhaps the hazy, hot, and humid has something to do with it? We parted company when I turned left at Brook Street and she went on down towards Noank.
Fun run was, fun, soaking wet at the end. Yikes. I know it's bad when I have to wring out my hair. Ewwwww.... Jennifer and I hydrated at the Andrea and sampled some of RI's state appetizer. I was surprised when a buddy from Maine told me about this and explained this is why New England calls RI it's stupid little brother. I'd expect it would be Quahog not Squid; the article sheds a little more light on the mystery.
Went to work in the a.m. Nicole couldn't get a babysitter so we could ride in the a.m. It was a pipe dream. Tough having kids and a pilot for a husband. Thought about running Burlingame and trying out the black fly patches. My overall bitchy mood won and I sulked / napped on the couch after Dave and I put in the AC in preps for a housebound day on Friday. After I fell asleep he scurried out of the house to hang out with the guys at the RC plane field, smart man!!
The rain picked up and it was like a sand facial at points, not unbearable but after more than just a few miles it would not be fun. Good to know for the future. I made it 10 miles and called it good.
Definitely a good experience in the rain, glad I stuck it out for a bit. When I neared home the rain stopped, go figure. Go on or go in? I went in.
Dave mentioned he heard the thunder before I left. I didn't. He figured he was better off keeping this to himself. HA!
Gizzy got his walk after the rain stopped. He had things to do, namely pee on the curb of the 'mean dog' house. Sometimes we need to stop at the 'hamburger bush' he found a hamburger in the bush oh 10 years ago? Other times he is hell bent on walking on the stone wall in front of St. Pius Church. I have to lift him up there now. Dave taught him and Diesel this trick. I guess he is reliving his youth? Funny old guy he is, now happily sleeping on the floor not noticing the fireworks in the distance. The blessing of going deaf?
After two return trips to the house, first for gloves, second for the pump, I was finally on my way to meet Nicole to ride the loop of the Rhode Warrior bike course. I have to take the front tire off my bike to get it in the back of my car as the bike rack we have needs to be replaced or have the straps replaced. It simply doesn't stay on the car. I have touring not rode tires so taking them off is tough even with loosening the breaks. SO I bring the pump with me. I do have a new frame pump with a gauge, I need to use it and make sure I can get the tire up to the right PSI, I didn't bother to do that yesterday. Perhaps tomorrow... The floor pump is just so much easier to use.
Until today Nicole's longest ride had been 34 miles. She was a little nervous about the traffic and the miles, more so the traffic. I wasn't the best leader I kept getting too far ahead of her, something for me to work on.
We set out pretty much on time, I figured about 3 hours of riding time, I have to get better about adding in some stopping time. All told we were out on the course for 3:28 riding for 3:13. Not too bad for a first time one some of these hills.
I warned Nicole that I had biked the first half of this and not the second, so I was a little nervous about getting lost. I get lost, it happens, I even got all turned around just going home, don't ask.
Pendelton Hill / Rte 49 was going to be the worst part, pretty much all up hill with varying degrees of steepness, nothing completely obnoxious, more annoying, if that makes sense.
Um yeah, Hester Prinn went out with the bike and not the Asics. My rationale, I needed to see how my butt did the day after the 40 miler with Nicole. Much better. I think I may have took on too much too fast? In any event it was getting late to run so I rode some new to me roads and took on what I remembered as a bit hill on Rte 184, which really wasn't that big of a hill. Huh. Nice to cruise down Boombridge (AKA Cow Patty Lane) and see the cows. After yesterdays ride through the countryside with Nicole I was seriously missing some wide open spaces and the smell of a farm. I got a nice big draft of that from a fertilizer wagon, cough cough, ha!
Once I got home and loaded my stats to Strava Dave called, the guys weren't going to be able to make it to breakfast, would I like to go to breakfast. Sure, always nice to be plan B. No point in changing, got back on the bike and met him for a very late breakfast. In the process of locking my bike to a metal post I managed to SMASH my head. Really smashed it, saw stars. Fortunately I still had my helmet on. My head still hurts a bit, glad I had on the helmet, seriously.
I probably should work up my 1/2 year stats... but my head hurts so I'll put that off for a few more days.