Miles.
In Vancouver - the day I bit it... we rode 13.7 miles. The following day we rode about 5 but we got up too late to map out a ride, I had to get to work and my ars was still so (*&%ing sore, bike shorts and all.
Today we made it 7 miles out and truth be told, I could have kept going. Unfortunately the sun was going down and I knew I didn't want to be out riding when it got dark. We improved. I improved... pretty sure I'm slowing The Dad down though.
So yesterday when I posted about the weekend in Vancouver and my first time hitting the pavement... I got this fun little response:
And it made my butt feel better.
But then - knowing tomorrow is Thursday and getting me that much closer to the next EWU football game... that's helping me "heal" as well.
Let's go!
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