Went on a fucking bicycle ride today.
$15 at my local canoe livery/bike rental spot gets you a 3 mile stretch on the river and an hour on a bike. My plan was to rent the bike, pedal 3 miles up river where they put in the kayaks and paddle downstream.
I got there at like 4:40. Last boat in the water by 5. So they say, 'just do the kayak first, then come back and get the bike rental'.
I'm out of shape as fuck but I can still hack it, so I do my 3 miles in a kayak, which was mostly enjoyable, and on the way down I'm thinking I'll just get my keys and id from the desk and skip the bike.
So I get back and they're like 'ok, let's get you on a bike!'
Hit the towpath with 30 minutes running on the timer on my g-shock intending to reset and turn back when it went off. Hit the 3 mile mark where they put my kayak in at 12 min. Decided fuck it, I'm gonna do the hour and I'm gonna hit butterbridge (the put in spot for the 6 mile trip) and come back in this hour.
And I did, with 30 sec to spare after taking a 2 min break at the halfway point.
I know, 12 miles probably isn't shit to most of you, but I'm almost 38, out of shape as fuck and haven't put more than a few blocks on a bike in 15 years.
Felt good. Felt really fucking good to push myself and get it done.
So that's my story. IDK if I'll buy a bike. I sure as fuck won't be buying spandex jumpsuits and silly styrofoam helmets. But I'll ride the towpath again, and I'll do it in 45 min.