Back in the Saddle

I don’t know what it was like where you live, but Nashville was fabulous on Saturday. Bright, sunny skies and perfect temperatures meant my friend and training partner, Lynn and I were going to take our first bike ride of the season.

We met at a local rec center and rode around a nearby park and through a senior living community. The car traffic in the community is next to nil and all dogs are on leashes. In other words, it was perfect.

Doesn't this look like a peaceful place? We love cycling here.

Doesn’t this look like a peaceful place? We love cycling here.


While we were riding, we saw a security guard cruising around in a golf cart.  My heart quickened. Would this be the day we would be stopped for trespassing? Here’s how it all went down in my mind:

Security Guard: Ladies, this is private property. I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave.

Me: But sir, how do you know we don’t live here?

Security Guard: Ma’am, you two are just too youthful-looking to live in a senior living community.

Me: Well, you have a point there, sir. We’ll be on our way.


And here’s what really happened:

Lynn and Pam: Good morning!

Security Guard: Good morning!


In other words, uneventful.

So while we weren’t accused of trespassing, we got in a seven mile ride. That was a perfect distance as I ease back in to exercising following surgery. Next weekend Lynn and I plan to take a 1o mile ride as we prepare for our May 17th  20-mile organized ride in Kentucky.

It felt great to be back in the saddle.


And so, my fellow cyclists, tell me about your weekend. Where did you go and how many miles did you ride?






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