Today could NOT have been a more perfect day for a long bike ride. It more than made up for my shitty (literally) long run of last week. You know those workouts where everything just falls into place? That was today.
Me, post-bike ride. I know. I need to have a bacon cheeseburger or something.
Ken and I set out at about 6:30 a.m. to get in a 2.5 hour ride. We’ve got the in-laws in town, so wanted to get it done early to leave time for some hearty sightseeing.
We rode the Boulder 70.3 loop then headed north to Lyons and up part of the St. Vrain Canyon.
I saw a deer antler on the side of the road, those fuzzy kind. Wanted to pick it up and put it in my bike scrotum (saddle bag), but it wouldn’t fit.
I wish I could express how gorgeous it was with clear skies, snow capped mountains and rushing white water. Sometimes I have to pinch myself that I live here. I am so glad that 18 years ago Ken and I took a risk, packed up our cars and drove west from Virginia for Colorado. No jobs, no place to live, no friends, no family. But, we made it ours and created a life here. Glad I did something that scared me back then – and glad I keep doing things that scare me now. It’s the only way to live beyotches!
This is actually the view from our back deck. Please come over anytime for a glass of wine and some mountains.
All in all it was 45 miles in 2:40. I’ll take it.
Do you live out of your comfort zone?
Hope you’re having a good Sunday too.