Just got home from a 16+ mile ride on the Seminole Wekiva Trail. It was actually closer to 17.5 miles, but I forgot to un-pause MapMyRide twice. And if it isn't recorded, it didn't happen....
I parked at the Seminole Softball Complex trailhead, geared up, and headed north. Started with a nice, shady 6 mile ride to the Lake Mary underpass, and took a short rest to down some gatorade. The route has some minor inclines (what we call hills in Florida and those in places with actual hills call "flat"), but it was a nice ride overall.
When I set out to ride this morning, I was planning to go to the I-4 overpass, another 2 or so miles past Lake Mary. Part of me wanted to go back, but I decided to drive on and make the goal. Although it took the granniest of granny gears, I trudged up the ramp onto the bridge and took a photo. Yeah, that bright yellow Giro is stylin. What can I say, I'm a 350 pound fashion plate.
From the bridge, I turned around and headed south. I rode back to the Lake Mary underpass, climbed up the ramp out of it, and then stopped for some more hydration. The area north of Lake Mary is sunnier, and hotter. The heat index was already approaching 90. After a brief rest, I hopped back aboard and started the 6 mile run back to the trailhead. I wish I could report that I rallied and finished strong, but that's not the case. I ended up stopping after a climb for another break, and my final couple of miles were pretty slow. But I finished my planned route. No call of shame, no walk of shame, I left on the bike and I returned on the bike.
1. I'm really out of shape.
2. Being excited about riding != riding ability.
3. It's much easier to "ride" a route on Google Maps than it is on a bike.
4. Climbing sucks. OK, not fair. Climbing might not suck, but I suck at climbing.
5. Even though I beat my own a$$ with my bike today, it was fun, and I feel strangely pleased.
The ride log for part 2:
Thanks for reading.