Holy wow.

Wow, I am very very tired. I woke up this morning 8:30am to meet a local group of riders for a 50 mile ride. Five minutes before I left I realized that I didn't have any proper cycling waterbottles, so I dug some out of the recycling, washed them REALY REALLY well, filled them and took off. I met them at a huge roundabout around 35 minutes outside of Glasgow. It turned out to be a really nice group of masters riders who thought that I was kind of crazy for trying to ride with them on a mountain bike - but whatever, better workout, you know...

We started a rotating paceline and I got to know all the guys a little bit better. It was kind of hard to understand some of them with their thick Scottish accents - and to give you an idea some of them actually do aggressively roll their R's (like fat Bastard in the austin powers movies, im not kidding). But I learned quite a bit about the area and now I have even more information to go get even more lost on Glaswegian roads!

I could keep up just fine on most roads, but we started to hit super hilly areas when we got deeper into the Trossachs and I began to have a bit of trouble. So I decided to turn around early with some guys who are racing tomorrow, ended up kind of bonking on the hilliest part of the ride. oops. They were nice enough to wait for me and we just rolled through picturesque Scottish countryside, dotted with white sheep and heather...sounds like a joke, its not. Then it started drizzling - another Scottish cliche, but absolutely true, and several times I almost got hit by hedges that line the sides of these tiny tiny roads. Next time I go out I'm bringing my camera.

When I finally got back into Glasgow I ate almost everything I had in my refrigerator, and now I have to go shopping. I'm going to buy a HUGE bar of chocolate.

love,
steph