6 months have passed with nary a sip of beer. Or anything else with alcoholic content. Miles Standish proud, congratulate me.
This weekend I took a celebratory bicycle excursion around San Diego County: started down south in Chula Vista, headed West along Sweetwater River, then north along the remains of highway 101 through downtown San Diego and up to UCSD. Flopped down for a rest and a powerbar at Stonehenge. Then down to La Jolla, up Mt. Soledad (forgetting how steep the La Jolla approach is and hey I didn’t know the Ku Klux Klan burned the cross down in 1923!), down into Pacific Beach, and finally back to Chula Vista. According to my cycle computer, I pedaled 66.27 miles in 4 hours, 24 minutes and 41 seconds at an average speed of 15.0 mph. I was whipped, and according to my bathroom scale, I sweated off 4 pounds, which of course slinked their way back on over the next two days.
Of course, this ride was shy of a full century but it was a good learning experience. I learned to bring more Gatorade. And Mt. Soledad is really steep. Oh, and perhaps most importantly, 4-year-olds don’t care how sore your legs are.
