Within the past 7 days, I have pedaled 50 miles. 20 on Saturday, 15 on Sunday, 8 on Tuesday, and 7 today. I would have expected that, at some point, my legs would be sore, but so far, they’re just fine. Chances are good that I’ll do another 7-8 on Friday, taking my total to 58 miles.

It’s amazing how much of a motivator a recumbent rally can be. I had always avoided road rides because of traffic fears, but after two days of strength in numbers riding, I have now lost my fear and don’t have a problem taking the lane at a busy intersection (such as Whitehall Rd/R26) even when I’m sitting lower than the bumper of the truck idling directly behind my rear wheel.

Speaking of that rally, Gareth was along for the ride when we did the 20 mile route. He was good for that first hour, but when we hit mile 11 on the way back, he lost it. I don’t think he’s ever been so pissed at me before. Turns out that two hours is a long time for a child to sit on a bike, regardless of the comfort of the seat. Lesson learned.