My speed was improved. When I rode to the top of Sedillo Hill I seem to remember it took me about 2 hours. This time, I hit the Water Canyon Campground at almost exactly two hours. It took almost exactly one hour to return home.
When I stopped I still felt good. Really good. But I had gone quite a ways, and I had to go all the way home. So it seemed like a good idea to turn around there. Shortly thereafter I crashed hard. About the time I reached Box Canyon on the way back I felt like I had reached the end of my rope and was just going to collapse. So I coasted more, instead of pedaling downhill, and that helped a lot.
Monday night I successfully did my 5x5 StrongLifts routine for squat/overhead/deadlift at 100/100/150 pounds. Considering how hard it was to get through overheads at 85, 90, and 95 pounds, the fact that I did 100 pounds my first attempt is pretty amazing.
I ended last weeks 20 mile ride and this weeks thirty mile ride with a numb penis. So I adjusted my seat to be more nose-down. Hopefully it won't happen again.
I had talked about riding to Langmuir, or Magdalena, but I've become excited about the prospect of riding to Datil. I've only tried to ride to Datil from Socorro once. We (myself plus Bob Broilo and Phil De Cat) left at midnight from ice blocking party. We fought a strong headwind for six hours, and only made it as far as Magdalena. We decided to turn around, and within an hour we were at Denny's in Socorro. One memorable moment on that trip was past the top of Sedillo Hill, when someone pulled out a bag of fig newtons to snack on. The wind lifted all the fig newtons out of the package and they sailed away into the night.
My weight hasn't really gone down any.
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