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Purgatorial, I tell you…
May 14, 2013, 11:07 pm
Filed under: Bike, Biography, Purgatorial Activities

Today I celebrated the fact that I would be done with school for the year if I hadn’t taken block classes. I’ve got one more book to read, a review to write, another review to write, and then a wee little project that involves colored highlighters. Yay, grad school!

I celebrated by going for a bike ride. I’ve already done plenty of homework over the last three weeks, thanks very much: I’m going to go and actually think for a while. Even if it’s 92 degrees out there.

I rode my mountain bike at a local trail system called Murphy Hanrehan Park Reserve. Then I rode over to Lebanon Hills (or, the Mountain Bike Mall) and rode the trails over there. Then I rode back and did Murphy again. 52 miles, and the last nine were not much fun. I did get attacked by a sandpiper, however.

The two systems are about ten miles apart on McAndrews Road, which runs east-west. I rode east from Murphy to Lebanon into a 20 mph wind out of the southeast. I rode back from Lebanon to Murphy an hour later into a 20 mph wind straight out of the west. Uphill! Both ways!

Purgatory?

In the process, I ate a Fruity Pebbles bar from Kwik Trip; drank ten water bottles worth of fluids, plus another one and a half on the drive home; and ate all the pistachios I had the strength to shell. Back at the ranch, I got on the scale: I weighed 7.2 pounds less than I did before breakfast.

Purgatory.

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