One week later...

One week of recovery seems to be enough. On Monday and Wednesday I hit the pool for an easy 1500m and 1000m swim, respectively. Today, it was off on the bike! And I must tell you, 20 miles later I discovered new meaning to the words "my butt hurts"! I had gone out on the bike a few times prior to today, but because my concentration was on the run, I guess I have not built up enough resistance to the bike seat. Oh, well... just one more thing to add to the mix.

Other than my legs feeling a little jelly-like, today's experience would have to be rated a 7.5 (out of a 10). Can't figure out how to get my cadence sensor to work, this should help when I do. I was somewhat nervous of how the shoe/pedal clips would work, but they were fine. I figured these out real quick.

The experience of riding on city roads leaves a lot to be desired. Most folks are pretty aware of what's going on around them, however there are those few out there that are oblivious to their surroundings, or they just don't care. There was a guy in a white pick up truck, at the park, mind you... that chose to stop on the middle of the road, put his truck in reverse and without looking, proceded to move. Good thing I was looking out for him. It would have been ugly, real ugly. I would like to think that when I'm behind the wheel of my car, that I am very aware of what's going on around me, that I yield the right of way to any non-motorized vehicles; bikes and runners alike. I would like to think that most people are like this, but being a realist, I know that this just isn't so. I would like to extend permission to anyone who is ever in the car with me and if you see me not following simple rules of courtesy... please, I ask you, give me a good whack in the side of my head, for I truly deserve it.