Well, I learned a lot about biking a couple weeks ago, as Peter and I muzzled up enough courage to follow my dad on a "nice, easy, 25-mile bike ride." Needless to say, however, the ride we did didn't claim any of the above aforementioned characteristics.
Thank heavens it was beautiful or else I might not have survived my "hitting the wall" experience on the last three miles! That's right, I only had three lousy miles to go and my legs felt like bricks! Come to discover, we had not journeyed 25-miles, but rather a scorching 40...YES, that's 4-0 miles logged into one tiring 3 hour morning.
Next time I will take my dad's advice when he recommends a snack at the half way mark!)
I have a whole new respect for biking now! It is definitely not an easy sport--especially once I passed the 35 mile mark. But, despite the challenge, I actually enjoyed it and might consider doing it again!
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