De-worming my Bike

This past weekend was full of friends, family, and some solid training sessions. Saturday was a long run, made much more manageable when I met up with some good friends partway through (hi Dawn and Mike!). Dawn and Mike are both fast runners and linking up with them couldn't have come at a better time - about 10 miles in when I was starting to feel fatigued and facing the long schlep up the Lee Highway hill. The rest of the run went by in a flash and before I knew it, I was back at home. It was one of those workouts where I craved a nap afterwards. I didn't actually take one, but with the dreary weather I didn't feel guilty staying in and reading for a few hours.

Sunday I rode bikes with some new friends from the blogosphere (hi Katie, Emily, Lauren!). Did you know that a military base will let you in just to ride your bike around on nearly-empty roads? I didn't either, until Sunday. The ride was great, company even better, but scraping dead worms off my bike afterwards was less than thrilling. It had just finished raining when we started our ride and I didn't even notice the worms on the pavement. Heck, I didn't even notice the worm pieces on my legs until after the ride was over (I thought they were just really big pieces of dirt - EWWWW). My bike looked like a crime scene, too many worm murders to count. The rest of Sunday was spent giving my bike a good cleaning and then packing it up for Tucson! Unfortunately I got only about halfway through the packing part, foiled by the stupid pedals once again! Bike packing became a two-day process instead - good thing I started early!