Tomorrow I'm planning to head out on my first "long" ride of the season -- and actually the first one of any real length in the past 10 years. A 30-mile ride, with the local Bombay Bicycle club.
I've done what I can to prepare, put on my front handle bar bag and thrown in a pair of Clif bars, bought some electrolyte-mainaining powder to mix with my water, dug out my insulated water bottle, so I'll have two of them. I even put the extra bike rack in Mei's car, in case I need to call for a ride to get me back to mine. The weather should be nice, the ride is described as "moderately hilly," and I think I'm raring to go. Should get a good feel of my status when it's over.
I'd of gone out for a test ride today -- planned on it in fact -- but Mei and I got involved with "finalizing" the taxes I had prepared. I put the quotation marks there on purpose -- I meant well, but the usual film of imperception descended over my eyes and mind as soon as I had begun working on them, and what I had were several hours of by guess and by golly. And only off by a couple thousand bucks; fortunately, all the errors were agin us, so Mei did good by catching them. But by the time we got things straightened out, the afternoon had mostly gone, and other chores beckoned. But at least I walked the treadmill today.
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