I rode outside today.
For the first time (according to my Garmin, which I'm pretty sure is right) since September 30, 2006.
(Yes, that's a SIX at the end.)
I was pretty nervous. I wondered just how bad I'd be, as, after all, I really really have not worked on my limiter much. Bleh.
So I knew it would be my own stupid fault if I totally snailed it.
Light winds, blue skies, 75 degrees. That makes for a challenging day in the classroom (as the proportion of kids acting up increases exponentially with every degree the temperature rises) but, as it turns out, a perfect day for a ride.
So I started out on my old familiar route. I figured I'd go to my normal turnaround for a total of about 16.5 miles. And then it happened.
I forgot about sucking. I forgot about being slow.
And I had a blast.
The first mile or two I was a little apprehensive, but then it just started to click. I felt like I had never left.
I got home with a big smile on my face. And you know the best part?
I blew my expectations out of the water. I managed to average 18 miles per hour.
That, for me, is pretty good. Especially considering my year and a half hiatus. The crazy pregnancy-blood-doping theory holds true again! Yippeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Watch out, pre-baby TriSaraTops. I have a feeling post-baby TriSaraTops is going to kick your butt.