Setting off (again)
Ithaca -> Sampson State Park
Miles: 38.27
Total miles: 38.27
Weather: drizzly, slight headwind
I began my day like every other day in the life of a college student: woke up blearily, dragged myself out of my cozy bed, had breakfast, and took a final. Then I came home, packed up my bicycle, said goodbyes to graduating friends, and took off.
Unlike my last bike tour, I left at a less wobbly and uncertain rate. I began at a swift and slightly too fast pace before I realized I still had a ways to go and forced myself to slow down.
Throughout the ride, I had several moments of sheet exhilaration and happiness (mostly when I wasn't going uphill or into the headwind). The day was beautiful, the lakes were stunning, I had wonderful roads to ride on.
Sprinkled among those moments were other moments of doubt. As my sleepy muscles were awakened, they protested madly and requested that I stop immediately. Battling my aches and pains, the headwind, the uphills, and the rain, I found myself doubting. I had moments of why-am-I-doing-this, and I-definitely-am-not-enjoying-this, and there's-no-way-this-is-fun, and go-back-now-it's-not-too-late-to-fly.
As I was reveling in my rediscovery of the pain of cycle-touring without training, I passed many of the same places I did two years ago and realized how much I've changed. Passing the Finger Lakes Buggy Shop, I once again reveled at the Amish and wondered what it would be like to own a buggy shop. Then I twisted uncomfortably in my seat and pushed on.
Early in the day, I cursed google maps for sending me down a horrible gravel road. Later, I was thanking my lucky stars as google maps sent me down a beautiful lakefront bike path that I had all to myself, thanks to the pesky rain that actually wasn't so bad after all.
Tonight: I camp. My friend Rebecca is driving from Ithaca to keep me company and reminisce about our college experience tomorrow, before I leave her in the morning to make an attempt to reach Rochester.
So far, I've only heard muscle protests of the kind that are only annoying, rather the kind that are truly an injury waiting to happen. I have hope!
Tomorrow: 60 miles to Rochester on my achy legs and in some forecasted rain! What an adventure!
Miles: 38.27
Total miles: 38.27
Weather: drizzly, slight headwind
I began my day like every other day in the life of a college student: woke up blearily, dragged myself out of my cozy bed, had breakfast, and took a final. Then I came home, packed up my bicycle, said goodbyes to graduating friends, and took off.
Unlike my last bike tour, I left at a less wobbly and uncertain rate. I began at a swift and slightly too fast pace before I realized I still had a ways to go and forced myself to slow down.
Throughout the ride, I had several moments of sheet exhilaration and happiness (mostly when I wasn't going uphill or into the headwind). The day was beautiful, the lakes were stunning, I had wonderful roads to ride on.
Sprinkled among those moments were other moments of doubt. As my sleepy muscles were awakened, they protested madly and requested that I stop immediately. Battling my aches and pains, the headwind, the uphills, and the rain, I found myself doubting. I had moments of why-am-I-doing-this, and I-definitely-am-not-enjoying-this, and there's-no-way-this-is-fun, and go-back-now-it's-not-too-late-to-fly.
As I was reveling in my rediscovery of the pain of cycle-touring without training, I passed many of the same places I did two years ago and realized how much I've changed. Passing the Finger Lakes Buggy Shop, I once again reveled at the Amish and wondered what it would be like to own a buggy shop. Then I twisted uncomfortably in my seat and pushed on.
Early in the day, I cursed google maps for sending me down a horrible gravel road. Later, I was thanking my lucky stars as google maps sent me down a beautiful lakefront bike path that I had all to myself, thanks to the pesky rain that actually wasn't so bad after all.
Tonight: I camp. My friend Rebecca is driving from Ithaca to keep me company and reminisce about our college experience tomorrow, before I leave her in the morning to make an attempt to reach Rochester.
So far, I've only heard muscle protests of the kind that are only annoying, rather the kind that are truly an injury waiting to happen. I have hope!
Tomorrow: 60 miles to Rochester on my achy legs and in some forecasted rain! What an adventure!
Safe riding Crafty! I can't wait to see you this summer!
ReplyDeleteHugs! South Pole
I love to see that you are on the road again. Go Crafty go!
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