As the end of the month approached, and Jezebel was STILL in the shop being repaired (and I'm grateful that the very expensive repair is covered under her warranty, really I am), I found myself obsessing about the number of cycling miles I still needed to make my June goal of 600 miles.
Boy, bet you didn't see THAT one coming, did you? Me? Obsessing about something?
I was down in the dumps yesterday when I called the bike shop and the handsome/helpful/persuasive/knowledgeable Stan informed me that it would be another day or two. Apparently the manufacturer sent a replacement shifter cable for my bike, but it was for the wrong side. (Who knew they were different?)
I grumpily loaded my el cheapo mountain bike in the car, and I looked online to see if I could find a park similar to ours somewhere near Sweet Girl's house.
Oh, sorry, I left that part out. I needed my bike to get out of the shop before I left this morning to come to see Sweet Girl for her birthday tomorrow.
My apologies...I'm a little tired.
I was hoping I could find a park with some trails that I could ride around and around in circles just to build up my miles. I'm not comfortable riding that bike out on the roads, especially roads I'm not familiar with in a busy town.
To make a long story even LONGER, I found something much better. Only about 5 miles from Sweet Girl's house is a rails-to-trails bike path very similar to our Silver Comet Trail in Georgia. It is only 14.5 miles in length (compared to 30-something for the SCT), but it is an excellent trail. The miles are marked, the trail is paved, and there were enough people on it that I felt safe even being out there by myself. I didn't leave until 6:00, so it was a little after 8:00 when I got finished. Naturally I did the entire length of the path. When I got back I had 29 miles, and as a card-carrying member of the round numbers club, I rode back out a half mile so I could get my total of 30 miles.
The map isn't much to look at it, but I feel compelled to post it here anyway. Call it validation or proof or something.
|I promise I rode out AND back. When the start and finish are on top of each other, it's hard to tell.|