A Nice Ride

I got in a nice long five hour road ride today. That's a good nice long ride for a mom.
Nice because I finally don't feel so beat after riding for five hours. Nice because I can finally feel all the long Saturdays and the single speed Wednesdays and the Thursday commute and the spin class and the weights paying off. Nice because I don't feel like I'm limping home at the end anymore. Nice because I can feel the improvement and yet I'm not doing any real training.
Nice because next weekend is the first mountain bike race of the season for me and I've got some nice good miles in my legs. Speed may be another thing, but at least the endurance is there for now.
Today I rode out to Danville Peets, turned up into the hills and then headed over into the Alamo hills for a few whirly loops and then popped back out in Alamo and back into Oakland. I kept myself hydrated and fed and did some singing along the way. Nice, nice, nice.
The drivers were nice today, the walkers were nice today, other cyclists were nice today and waved, (except for trac who gave me the nod). The Peets worker was a little grumpy, but their banana bread is really good so who cares.
Back home, Morgan played girl scout dad and hung out with some of the moms and other little brownies selling cookies in the safeway parking lot. Tomorrow he's in for a single speed mtb ride up on Mt. Diablo, which sounds crazy to me because it's apparently a lot of up and up and up. And up on one speed. Unless he can put his geared bike back together, which is what he's doing right now down in the garage.
For a few years now we've fallen into a nice pattern of shared riding days on the weekends.
Saturday is my day for a long ride and Sunday is his day. We usually try and each get out there pretty early, because most weekends also include those other 2 small people in our clan and their kid stuff and games and what not.
It's a good thing to have a husband who shares the same hobby as you do. It makes things a lot easier.