I’m not sure if I stressed enough in my previous post how amazing this past weekend was. Lemme just reiterate: freaking blast.
Lots of riding went down and that’s what I’m here to tell you people about, specifically the Ride 2 Recovery in St. Petersburg.
Friday evening we got our race packets, picked up my buddy’s bike, then went for a nice long ride on Bayshore just to loosen things up a little before Saturday. And because this kid’s from Buffalo and being outside in t-shirt in March basically made him wet his pants.
The breeze was crazy insane so I stayed firmly in the back sucking wind and getting his good side.
Saturday morning was the Ride 2 Recovery Honor Ride in St. Petersburg, FL. We got up reallll early, wolfed down food and coffee (me, not him because he quit and now I don’t know why we’re still friends), packed our bags and headed to the Trop.
The race started at 8 a.m. but we got there in plenty of time because I’m my father’s daughter and there’s no such thing as too early.
We signed up for the 60-mile course and were on our way with 300 (guessing) of our closest spandex-clad friends.
Overall, the course was pretty similar to the Miles For Hope: very flat but very beautiful. The elevation gain was around 400 feet. And by elevation I mean manmade bridges.
Riding along the water was just amazing and the breezes really helped cool it down. The only thing that I didn’t love was the traffic–I always get nervous about that–and the course was marked by spray paint on the road which was tough to pay attention to because of the traffic. Also, I’m pretty sure there weren’t any aid/sag stations.
After the ride we ate
everything in downtown St. Pete. It was a great day.
Sunday morning we somehow pried ourselves out of bed for another ride, this time on the Pinellas Trail.
This was also the day I got stuck in my pedals for the first time and slammed straight into the ground on my right side. I’ve got the bruise to prove it. #SMOOTH
I can’t wait to do this ride again next year!