after a couple days unwinding with my sister in chicago after steelhead 70.3, james packed up the bikes again and we flew to virginia to visit the Walsh's. we spent some quality time with the in-laws, the brother/sister-in laws and our two year old nephew.
he loves the iphone...
on the training front: as courtenay says, it was hazy, hot, and humid- the 3 H's- perfect Kona training! husband and i hit the roads daily and logged many miles, but no intervals..just riding. coming from california, we have "flat" rides, but even our flattest one-hour coastal ride has about 700 feet of rolling up/down ascent. in virginia, we rode 65 miles with 200 TOTAL feet of climbing. it was crazy busting out these rides in just over 3 hours when in cali a 65 miler is 4 hours. little ring need not apply.
virginia back country riding is no stoplights, few cars, LOTS of corn and LOTS of james wheel. even though we are on two bikes, its basically like we are riding a tandem as i'm glued to his back wheel.
this was the highest elevation point in our rides- Pongo Ferry Bridge.
turns out i'm better at following james' wheel than my own line as i ate it in the driveway at the end of a ride. this was great as i got to be scabby mcScabberson for the remainder of the trip and the cuts on my lips/chin dried up to look like i smeared chocolate all over my face. sweet.
of course, i was on the ground, crying and horrified as i thought i bashed all my teeth in and was snaggletoothed and freaking out and the first thing james asks is if he can take a picture.
as the scabs dried over the next few days, we kept moving. one day we decided to ride to north carolina. because.....why not?
this was my favorite ride because the turn-around gas station had a Dairy Queen- one kiddie cone please!!
we spent some great time in the saddle, and event better time just chillin' with the fam. threw some runs in there too....but honestly the running there sucks. no thanks. flat sidewalks on busy roads.... oh and swimming. TRI althlon, right? hmmm...what's swimming again? whoops.