Frodo: How far to the nearest crossing?!
Merry: The Brandywine Bridge, 20 miles!
Allow me start by saying, this weekend was AMAZING! Jean-Luc may not be a unicorn, but after our 15ish mile ride along a local rail trail today, I believe he is MY unicorn. Later, I'll share more details about our goals, what we overcame, and what all new fun we get to work on.
Because of the amazing community that has grown around Jean-Luc and me, I just had to share this thought. Though a fantastic ride, if I had to do it while being chase by Tolkien's Black Riders - well, JLP and me may endure a fast tracked fatal ending in the fires of Mt. Doom, maybe.
Our new friend (for the sake of this post, let's call her "Dolly") picked us up from the Barn around Noon. I was running a little late thanks to a fender bender. (Again, more on the fact that I can't drive later.)
Jean-Luc loaded and unloaded like a total pro. Any anxiety he showed had to largely be from the fact that I was in total Hover Mom Mode and struggling to be the Chill Ski Patroler.
I'll save the details of our ride to simply say that, after a six-and-a-half hour ride at a gentle gait - my everything hurts. And, though I kept my freak flag lower... okay half mast, all I could think about with Ms. Dolly was the scene above from Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship Of the Ring.
I'm not kidding when I say my everything hurts. I'm writing this post via my warm bubbly bubble bath, post a few ibuprofen and vitamins. There may also be a strawberry daiquiri involved delivered special from my all-too-understanding husband... maybe.
Primarily, certain areas found on the front side of the female anatomy feel as if they met the wrong side of a hammer. Thankfully, Liz shared some very logical, helpful body movement that should correct that.
Other hurts involve my chest and deltoids. I believe this to be a combination tight sports bra and slowing down a TWH to a QH pace all day. That said, Jean-Luc didn't fight it much, he really just hated the bugs. Another blogger, Emma, recently shared a few affordable fly mask ideas. Though not the biggest fan of riding in a mask, this tube shaped mask from Roma might actually provide my poor guy some relief while out.
Finally, though feeling okay now, after about 3 hours into this gentle ride, my knees and ankles were shot. Specifically, the tendon on the outside. Again, Liz has some solid advice about changing up stirrup leather, lengths, widths, and fenders. I conclude I'm doing something wrong. I'm half Dolly's age, a foot taller, and maybe 15 less pounds. (It is worth noting Dolly is a BA. I learned on the ride, in a former life, Dolly was an eventer - mind blown!)
So, help me make it to the nearest crossing! How do I make it to the Brandywine Bridge? I have a 3 day ride where we will do no less than 5 hours a day coming up in less than 10 days. Jean-Luc is gonna nail this, how can I?
My name is Chelsey.
Generator's Cuevo Gold, or as he's known around this barn, "Jean-Luc Ponycard", was foaled in 2004 from Generator's Hurricane & Cheyenne's Little Bit.