Yesterday was the Best Buddies charity bike ride. I did the 50-mile version, and am sincerely glad I did not do the 100-mile. I have to admit that the longest ride I did in preparation was a 32 mile ride, and I didn’t do it very hard. And I remembered to use sunscreen when I was training.
So yesterday was hard. Took off from Carver, MA. Verne Troyer was there at the starting line: boy, is he tiny. Miss Massachusetts was there, announcing something, and after Verne let go with the starting gun, we were off.
There was a nice ride through some state park, where the first rest stop was, replete with Gatorade, H20, and PowerBars. Then on to the Cape, where we walked our bikes across the Sagamore Bridge. That was about halfway. Another rest stop in Sandwich, where I ate same, with 20 more miles on to Hyannis.
And miles 30-40 were the suckiest. I felt pretty tired at the second rest stop, but basically OK. But pretty much immediately after that, it was constant hills. I thought that maybe the Cape route would be, say, the lovely, flat bikepath along the beach. But no.
I suppose this was to let the folks who did the 20-mile version that they had actually been on a bike ride. Anyway, finished at 1:50pm (10am start), with about 15 minutes of rest stop in there. Due to the amazingness of my friends, I raised a cool three grand for BB, which entitled me to a photo with Tom Brady.
But the schedule was for the photo between 3:30-4, and when 4 rolled around and he still hadn’t showed up, I said screw it. The family had already been waiting around with me since 3:00, and they weren’t allowed into the magical party tent where the photos were going to be taken, so fuck him. I hate football anyway.
We went back to the hotel, the Cape Codder, which Isabel loves loves loves. We’ve stayed there a few times, because they have a wave pool that we cannot keep Izzy out of. Mona had the best night: swimming, a kids jamboree party, dinner outside on the patio, marshmallow roast. I napped as much as possible.
A good weekend, all around. Yatsze is proud of me, which is the best part.