Here's what I did last weekend...The Minnesota Ironman! No, not a triathlon, but a 66 mile bike ride through windy farm/new suburb country. There I am at the front of the pack, as usual. Okay, so I'm just glad that they actually captured it on film, because for the whole second half of the ride I was wheel sucking at the back of the pack, gasping just to hang on. From this pic, it looks like the scenery was nice. I wouldn't know. I don't remember seeing any of it. Nor do I remember taking my hands off the bars unless I was eating or drinking. No idea what I'm doing in this picture.

On the positive side, it was both the farthest and fastest I've ever ridden. Yay for drafting! And Yay for the massage people at the end of the ride :) mmmm, calf rub!