Today, a bunch of us met in Wallingford for a nice chilly ride in the sun. I think the ongoing joke is that we're just going out for a 2-hour ride. Yeah, right...it never is only a 2-hour ride. After eliminating the icy routes (some of the trails still haven't thawed), we decided to go to Alki. We rode from Gasworks, through Fremont, over the Fremont Bridge, up Nickerson, through Ballard, on the bike trail to Myrtle Edwards Park, past the Sculpture Park and along the waterfront. This is where we had a slight delay. Bill took a pretty bad spill when he tried to maneuver around a crevace in the road. He flew, broke his helmet and the ambulance came. Thankfully, he's bruised, but okay. His helmet is totally thrashed and it was a good reminder to make sure your helmet is in good shape and secured properly. He would have been severely injured without it. Plus, our group was really good at regathering and making sure everyone was safe.
After two of our riders escorted Bill back, the rest of us continued to Alki. It was an extremely clear and beautiful day. On the ride back, we decided to take a different route (actually the others decided and I just followed). We went back through Pioneer Square, then up the International District to Beacon Hill. When you're around the area next time, take a look at the incline from the Waterfront to Beacon Hill...it was long. We went through the I-90 tunnel to Lake WA Blvd, up to the Arboretum (this stretch is dangerous unless you can keep up with the cars and peddle close to the speed limit), up Boyer to Montlake, along the water, down the Burke Gillman trail and back to our starting point. Whew, I'm tired just typing this route! Of course that wasn't the end of it. The remaining group was made up of 3 people training for the Coeur d'Alene Ironman, two people training for a 1/2 Iron, and me. They still wanted to get a run in after our 40-mile hilly ride. Crazy! My carpool buddy, Lily, totally tricked me. She wanted to go running and she had the keys to the car. Everyone wanted to run, but me. So, I said I didn't know we're running (plus, I'm not training for Triathlons right now!), so I can't run. Then evil Lily said that she had an extra pair of running shoes in the car and we have the same shoe size. Ugh! I got suckered into a short run. My legs were done and I could only run a mile, then walk the remainder back.
So, my friends tricked me into doing a BRICK (bike-run) and then they even went one step further and suggested that I may as well do a 1/2 Iron or at least a Duathlon since I'm training for it anyways. That was really twisted logic. Thank goodness my peer pressure is only race-related.