I realized Saturday that I might just need to break down and buy a road bike. That's exactly what I did on Sunday!

It is a beautiful blue Cannondale Synapse. It rides like a dream. I got a new helmet too, so I no longer look like a mushroom head! After shopping Tamara and I headed to her house and hit the trail. It was amazing to keep up with her on her tribike without a ton of effort. We had a 25 mile ride planned down the WO&D trail towards Leesburg. We trucked along at a solid pace and despite my bum being super sore from Saturday I was feeling strong. At one stoplight Tamara took me aside and said, "OK, there are two more stop signs, then the trail opens up for a nice flat 3 mile stretch...you should just go for it...draft me, drop me, whatever." OK, this was it. We took off and I drafted for about a mile and then felt a rush of adrenaline...I dropped it one more gear and took off "passing on your left!", she replied, "You're pushing 24mph!". Shit. Now I'm pulling and she's drafting off of me. This is wicked fast, the rush was awesome. A few seconds later she pulls past me at 26-27mph. Wow. She is FLYING and looks so strong crouched on her tri bike...relaxed and in the zone, ponytail flying. Then, she drops me...the fatigue from Saturday caught up with me. I backed off--we still had to turn around and hit it 12+ miles home!
The rest of the ride was nice. We were tired, took and easy pace, and just enjoyed the sun on our backs,


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