...with my wife, and she let me eat her dust this time. It's so nice, to get some confirmation of that fact that she let me win last time... I guess that's the foundation of a strong marriage.
Anyway, after that, I got on my bike and rode. Maybe I had to prove something, or maybe I just wanted to get the most out of my day off, but I rode more than 30 miles before lunch. I ended up in a small town, about 17 miles outside the metro area, tired, sweaty, and a little uncertain about how to get back home. Fortunately, the folks at the library were nice about letting me peruse their local map section, and after I had my bearings, I bought some food at a convenience store and ate lunch in a little park near the main street of town.
It was pleasant sitting there, so I lay back in the sun, with my bike locked to a nearby tree, and mused on my jogging weaknesses for a while, and then headed back.
I was a good 25 miles from home, and hadn't really intended to be out this long, and didn't have my cell phone, so I was pretty sure that my wife was worrying. She might smoke me at jogging, but she's a good sort, and our rivalry is friendly. So I put some speed on, kept an average of 11 miles per hour, and was home in less than two and half hours. As usual after a good bike ride, I felt energized. I even called that local bike club, with the weekly group rides, to see where they're going next. And best of all, my wife wants to go mountain bike shopping with me.