Passing People and Broken Bottles

Today I was planning on doing an hour swim and a 2-hour bike ride. I got up and felt really rushed (like that's an unusual thing) about getting Mindy to school on time and getting all my swimming stuff ready. I just told Pete that I was sick of training and I didn't want to go swimming. He told me to just skip it and relax so that I wouldn't get burnt out.

So, I took Mindy to school, came home, and went back to bed for an hour. That was really nice. 

I wasn't going to skip both of my workouts, though. Don't worry about that! I think missing the first one made me work harder on the second one too. Here's what it said to do: (By the way, it kind of freaks me out when I click on my training plan and have to scroll all the way down to the bottom and I see how close I am to the end!)

B: 120 minutes with hills. Solid effort ranging from RPE 3 to RPE 7

Ummm, I didn't really do too many hills because I took Elle in the bike trailer, though I did do one that's semi-hard when pulling her.  I didn't get up to RPE 7 either. I was probably around RPE 4-5 for most of the time (hr above 150) and I worked pretty hard.

When I stopped at my first stoplight, this guy in street clothes passed me. I think I'm getting a little bit of a big head about my riding (don't worry, this will be fixed on Saturday when I do my first big group ride) because I wasn't about to let this happen. He actually stayed in front of me for a while, and was going about the same speed as me. But you know how it is when you're driving on the freeway and the car in front of you is going about the same speed as you? It was like that. It was just kind of annoying to be behind him, and every time he'd stop peddling, I'd be like, "Come on!" (to myself, I wouldn't yell at him of course) After we'd been on the nice strait-away for a few minutes, I pushed it a little harder and passed him. He didn't even look at me. It must not feel too good to have a girl with a bike trailer pass you. Ha! :) Ok, that's as far as my competitive spirit goes.

Mostly I just like going fast because it's really fun! I got going about 18 mph on the way back. It's just a slight downhill, and it's my favorite going fast on those because you get to go fast with the feeling of creating that speed yourself. It's not like on a steep downhill where you're just going fast because of gravity, though that's really fun too!

On the way back I saw a broken beer bottle too late, and hit it. I think it was the bike trailer tire that hit it, but whatever it was, it kind of shot the glass out more into the road. I kept going for a minute, just glad I didn't get a flat tire. Then I started feeling guilty about leaving that glass there for someone else to hit so I went back. I just picked up the big peaces and put them in the gutter where no one (hopefully) will be riding.

It just makes me wonder why they put alcoholic beverages in glass bottles, when the people drinking them are likely to get drunk and smash the thing all over the road? It is one of my biggest pet peeves to see broken glass on the road, and I see it a LOT around my neighborhood. Maybe the makers of beer should re-think their packaging. They should put it in cartons like milk or something. I bet you wouldn't see smashed milk bottles on the road much if they put milk in glass bottles, though. Sometimes this world is just so mixed up.

Here's a picture of me in my sexy compression socks. Even though it was just a 2-hour ride, my legs are pretty tired, and I'm planning on doing a ride in the morning so I want to be all ready!