I got out for another ride yesterday, although it was shorter than planned. I had wanted to ride for about 45 minutes, but it ended up only being about 35, with a break in the middle as I tried to figure out the $2 iPhone app I bought to track my distance and route. Doesn’t work so well when the app isn’t finding a GPS signal. Even though the actual GPS on the phone was working fine. Freaking technology. But I digress.
So a break in the middle and then I cut the ride short because I decided at the last minute to stop at a bike shop that is near home. When you have two young kids and a full time job it’s difficult to find time to shop for a new bike, so I’ll take any chance I can get.
If you’re tracking my husband’s progress you’ll see that he went out for almost 2.5 hours today, it wasn’t long enough, and he’s looking for hill repeats. Gulp. I’m still getting my butt toughened up for a bike seat (although that’s coming along well). One of the reasons I signed up for this race was to train for a common goal with Greg, and right now I’m feeling a bit behind in my homework. However, I’m currently riding a mountain bike with knobby tires, so maybe that counts for something.
This weekend I’ll go out for an hour. We are unfortunately away a third of February, in a province that’s covered in snow, so there won’t be any riding while we’re gone. I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed at this point, but the days will just get longer and hopefully I can soon get into a routine of riding three times a week. I have to remember that this is supposed to be fun (and healthy), not stress-inducing.