Last ride – 15 miles, 103 for the week.
My little cycling computer gives some nice stats. Over the course of the week, the temperature on the road was anywhere from 90º to 105º. I didn’t feel it because of the light ocean breeze, but that explains why I was always so tired by the time I got back.
Over the course of the week, I averaged about 15 mph every day, which surprisingly isn’t much better than I do on my regular route back home. I think that a lot of it had to do with the constant breeze; I tried to bike against the breeze on the way out so it would be at my back on the return trip. Once it switched on me less than halfway through the ride – that was a long, long 15 miles. Also, the flat road meant that I did have any chance to make up some time on a downhill section.
I did between 15 and 20 miles a day, and each day I spent at least an hour on the road. I love the flat, though; seemed like I could go for 2 hours without getting tired, unlike Connecticut where 10 miles wipes me out.
We’re thinking about changing my niece’s status to “adopted daughter.”
Also, I managed to get in a 25 mile ride this morning. I’ve really got to get out earlier to avoid the heat. I felt faint on the way back, so I had to stop under what little shade I could find under the scrubby beach pines.
I found a path leading to the sound, and walked in, clothes, sneakers, and all. 15 minutes sitting in the cool water was enough to revive me, and I made it home just fine, where I waded into the pool, clothes and all.
Lesson: When it’s hot, leave much earlier in the morning.
One of our party needed a little private time.
She’s going to go back up there again after her mom sees this picture!
Not the only time she was up here this week. Just can’t resist the lure of sitting on the roof of a 4 story house.
I got an earlier start today. Was going to do 10 miles, since I was a little sore from the previous day, but it turned into 14.
Sunny and hot, even early in the morning.
My original goal was to do 5 to 10 miles a day. The beach road was flat, flat, flat; the only resistance I met was the wind coming off the ocean. The first day I ended up doing 20 miles, just because I never get to see this much flat in Connecticut.
We made it!
Two hours to get over the stupid bridge onto the Outer Banks, then another hour south.
We met the rest of the tribe at a restaurant a half mile from the house.
And here’s a picture of the house where 16 of us were staying for the week. Lots of shade, a swimming pool, outdoor eating, plenty of bathrooms.
Starving Bullocks eating Down Under in the Outer Banks.
A scene that was repeated several more times during the next week.