We attempted our first bike ride of the year on Saturday, January 3, following a 13-incher. We thought the mountain bikes would be able to handle the snow. But it was too icy. The Lizard did okay; he's got such great balance! I, on the other hand, couldn't stay on my bike. I kept falling!
So a whopping big three miles that day!
We tried again the following Saturday, January 10. We'd had a few inches a couple of times during the week, and we'd had two nights in the teens, but the sidewalks and streets had been plowed. We thought the mountain bikes would be able to handle all the snow and mud in Waterton Canyon.
They did, but boy, were they a mess!!!!!!!!!!
I can remember when we used to think it was fun to ride in all kinds of weather.
Does this mean we're getting old?!? :)
My post-ride protein boost was what would be my last real meal, chased by a bowl of Cream of Wheat, for two whole days. Bonus points for whoever can guess what medical procedure this old lady had to endure. Hints: clear fluids only, no red fluid, no dairy, nothing but water on Day Two, "get someone to drive you home because you are going to be super loopy when we're done with you." Oh, and the prescription to prepare for the procedure was $42 after insurance!!! Owie!
But now the annual stuff is done until next time they decide they have to do some poking around inside me. Hopefully that will be a very long time from now. And hopefully, the mountain biking will dry up a little and get a little warmer before then.