What Was I Thinking

Haven't been on the Birchwood hill ride for at least a couple of years. The old hairy legs and lungs would complain at just the thought of all those hills. I have to admit though, it was nice to get out there, with the team, and mix it up a little. I cut the hill part of the ride short avoiding the last monster up Ohio. I'd put on some flat miles before meeting for the hills and saw Amy on her commute home. We rode to the hill ride together taking the long way there. I wound up with a lot more miles than I planned, and even had some fun. Most important, I didn't embarrass myself. Except for Saturday, when I try to put the hammer (more like a rubber mallet now days) down, I like my rides flat and slow. 48/17.4