Pay close attention, friend, to what your father tells you;
never forget what you learned at your mother’s knee.
Here’s how I spent Sunday*:
I went for a really nice 65-mile bike ride midmorning through midafternoon. Here’s the route.
The guy I rode with is a Cat 4 racer, and could pretty easily have left me far behind — and did on all the hills, which is where I’ve had the most dramatic decrease in riding fitness — but mostly kept it to a “mellow” pace (for him) that I could maintain well enough. It was a gorgeous day for a ride, the first day since last summer I got out when it was sunny and above 50°, and the route and company were exactly what I was looking for. I got home feeling exhilarated. I haven’t gotten in a good long ride in quite a while, and this ride scratched that itch perfectly. It reminded me why I like riding, something I was starting to lose sight of through all the rainy, windy days of riding solo very, very slowly.
After I got home and showered, Ian and I met Rachel over to Mom and Dad’s house. Mom had convinced us to enter the Seattle Times Peeps contest (here are pictures of our competition). Here’s our submission, based on this picture.
This took the four of us (Ian preferred to read rather than play with sugary yellow confections) from about 3:30 to 8:00, going from start to finish. Rachel had to leave after a couple hours, but her crucial contributions include the suits and ties, which turned out absolutely perfect. I did the PNN background and all the little computer graphics things, plus miscellaneous other bits that needed doing.
We spent a lot of time laughing hard as the Peeps transformed from nasty, inedible Easter kitsch into the current Republican presidential candidates. Considering our limited artistic abilities and craft resources, I think it turned out surprisingly well. Then again, I also got to spend an afternoon doing a craft project, and who doesn’t have fun doing that? So I may be a little biased. Edit to add: This wasn’t a particularly original idea, apparently, as a number of other people did it too: Here, here, here, and here.
Overall, a great day. Expect to hear about the Port Angeles training and IVRR in a near-future post.
*No, it doesn’t involve going to church, for three reasons: (1) Our church was having an alternative Sunday activity, which I didn’t feel any need to attend; (2) Our church situation is getting increasingly precarious, and its future looks murky; and (3) I couldn’t forgo yet another gorgeous biking day, having already missed four such days, including our warmest and sunniest one to date (Saturday). I think God understands.