Spring is officially here and for me that can mean only one thing: biking. L and I met almost three years ago while training for a charity bike ride from New York to Boston and being on my bike is something I look forward to as each horrible New York winter winds down.
On Sunday, my friend Mike and I rode on a group ride with the New York Cycle Club. It was a fifty-seven-mile, round-trip ride to Ridgewood, New Jersey from the middle of Central Park and the third ride in a ten week training program. Even though Mike and I missed one of the rides because of our trip to Las Vegas, we rode well, finishing strong and only in need of a short nap, a burrito for dinner and a plate of chocolate chip cookies in order to recover. I felt great the next day, even good enough for a personal training session on Monday afternoon. (More on that grueling but worthwhile hour soon.)
I have complained before about getting in shape, but that was back in the dead of winter when the idea of getting on my bike was as hard to imagine as the idea of Mel Gibson converting to Judaism. But now that spring is here, I'm confident my nascent pot belly will be controlled by more than just an extra tight cummerbund.
The only negative result of all this exercise? I might be too tired to go anywhere or do anything with L in the months before the wedding. See you in August, sweetheart!Posted by The Groom at March 30, 2004 09:49 AM