The best thing to find on a bike ride

Aside from money?? A brand new clean porta-potty, of course!! Especially one set off way back from the road enough that the tourists and construction workers aren't likely to find it.

I don't want to give away any local secrets and spoil our find, but if you're a local you'll know where it is by my saying it's right across from the regular berth of this local landmark, the skipjack Rebecca T. Ruark:

And right across from the boat that Dave used to work on during summers as a kid. My, how the years fly past.

Down at the end of the Bay Hundred peninsula, right before our routine snack and turn around for the homeward leg. 33 miles today in lovely temperatures.

To the end of the world

. . . . or at least down to the end of the peninsula on bikes today. Which I haven't done for a long while (24 days off the bike!), and my legs are reminding me of that fact.

35.3 miles at an average pace of about 16.0 miles per hour. I need to get back to doing that weekly, definitely!

Then Evil Training Buddy Dave insisted that I do a one-mile run off the bike. Ouch! That felt just as dreadful as I though it would.

But then I looked at the Garmin data: 9:16 min/mile pace!? Where the heck did that come from? It was feeling more like a 14:00 min/mile pace!

I've got a 5K to run next Saturday, as part of our local running championship series. I can't remember exactly, but I don't think I've run an official 5K race since November 2005, when I ran a 30:26 (9:49 min/mile pace). This one will be an interesting test of speed. (Oh, yeah, there was that one I ran with Lance, but I wasn't going for time. I let him beat me.)

Just now the whole Internet seems dead, I think because of some dumb old football game. *yawn* Not that I'd know anything about that.