(in more ways than one)
Got on the bike for the first time in months; mdehaan joined me for what turns out to be the nearly 18-mile route from my house to as far as we can currently go on the American Tobacco Trail. I’ve ridden this segment numerous times myself before, but rarely in the heat of summer, and never the whole distance with someone else tagging along.
Did this despite somehow tweaking my back yesterday. I really don’t know how I did it, unless I (ironically) did so while lifting and twisting my bike to get a season’s worth of packed sand and mud off it — or most of the way, anyway. But, I figured a little exercise to stretch things out would be better than to sit around and feel sorry for myself, so I didn’t call off the trip.
Seemed to handle the ride okay. With about 5 miles left in the return, my back started to tell me, “hey now, sitting is better than standing, but this is playing high and fast with the rules.” Either way, I wasn’t suffering, at least not from that.
It was hot however, low 90s. A lot of shaded areas, but still warm. I drank close to all of my 3L of water. Heat didn’t stop anyone else either, there were quite a number of people on the trail, and daring ones too, like those who had the kid carrier attached to the bike and would head across the subsections of the Chatham segment heavily covered in large gravel.
We rewarded ourselves with a trip over to the new Tyler’s Taproom in town. Pretty good food, and a terrific beer selection. Afterwards, I returned home and exhausted, stuffed with food and a few beers, and still having the sore back, I passed out for a few hours.