I think I talked a little about the people I am biking with. There is only one that I bike much with at home very often. Two of them are VERY fast, two are medium fast and then there is me. Really. I am not being modest. I try to go faster than usual but not die. I try not to get way behind. People wait at turns. But I am very conscious of holding everyone up. The last couple of days though everyone has gotten to do a little more at their pace.
This is looking off a bridge we rode over, the only "hill".
The woman in orange is amazingly fast and strong. She is going
to be entering a race here in June that goes over
4 gaps. One has the steepest paved mile in the US. She is
a fairly new biker.
C and I discovered this mailbox while lost. Isn't it the best ever?
The third day was my hard day. I was tired and it was so hot when I am not used to it at all. It was 87 degrees which is a big jump from what we've had. We drove to Virginia Beach and rode south of it on flat country roads. I prefer rolling hills for a little variety. Truly. I was dragging fairly early on in the ride and rumor had it, it might be an 80 miler. Thank goodness, it wasn't. It turned out to be just less than 50. I had some points where I questioned that I would make it. Then we got lost and the thought of turning around and repeating any of it just about sent me over the edge. After consulting a map (handy thing) we figured out an easy connection! Thank goodness! I drank both my water bottles on the ride and immediately bought a huge bottle of water when we were done. I downed it and still didn't have to pee. Oops. Dehydrated maybe? I wasn't the only one.
Then it was time to go to the beach to enjoy some sun and sand. I am not much of a sit in the sun person but I love the waves and sand. Then it was time to get some seafood.
This doesn't look like my beloved Maine beaches.
But the ocean is the ocean.
My first crab cakes.