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narya suggested going on the Arlington ride both days this weekend, so I was out yesterday too. This was fine until my subgroup decided it was going to climb The Hill in Carlisle. I didn't even realize there was a Hill, until I finally gave out on the third or fourth segment of it, and then I was well and thoroughly dropped. Finding my way back to Carlisle Center and the group on 225 was straightforward enough. I opted for the "dinosaur" return route home via Chelmsford; the ride leader's summary, when I caught up with the other five of them lounging around at the gas station at the 4/225 split, was that it was a great ride for demonstrating that if you kept your speed up rolling hills weren't a big deal. And, to add insult to injury, I missed a light and got dropped on the Minuteman too.
Post-ride coffee was spent desperately trying to stretch some very sad leg muscles, and discovering that the board of directors of a bicycling team is very much like any other volunteer group's board. And it had in fact warmed up considerably by then. So I got home a little later than I had planned, but still on two wheels, and for 51.35 miles for the day (clearing 100 for the weekend). (Route map)
narya suggested going on the Arlington ride both days this weekend, so I was out yesterday too. This was fine until my subgroup decided it was going to climb The Hill in Carlisle. I didn't even realize there was a Hill, until I finally gave out on the third or fourth segment of it, and then I was well and thoroughly dropped. Finding my way back to Carlisle Center and the group on 225 was straightforward enough. I opted for the "dinosaur" return route home via Chelmsford; the ride leader's summary, when I caught up with the other five of them lounging around at the gas station at the 4/225 split, was that it was a great ride for demonstrating that if you kept your speed up rolling hills weren't a big deal. And, to add insult to injury, I missed a light and got dropped on the Minuteman too.Post-ride coffee was spent desperately trying to stretch some very sad leg muscles, and discovering that the board of directors of a bicycling team is very much like any other volunteer group's board. And it had in fact warmed up considerably by then. So I got home a little later than I had planned, but still on two wheels, and for 51.35 miles for the day (clearing 100 for the weekend). (Route map)
