The Riding Routine

It was a routine Thursday ride up on the levee bike path, and the only thing that stood out about the ride was Brady getting stung by a bee. These bee stings are surprisingly common on the the bike path. I suppose I get stung at least once a year, and those are just the lucky bees that happen to be quick enough to grab onto something when I plow into them. This time of year I often feel bees hitting my helmet or arms during the rides. Most just bounce off an go on their merry ways, but every now and then one of them is quick enough to do some damage.

So yesterday we had the usual krewe up there and the pace was fast but relatively steady. For mysterious reasons my legs were actually feeling pretty good. It would be a good weekend for racing if, in fact, there were any races in the vicinity. There aren't, though, so I'll probably just do the Saturday Giro Ride.

Thursday night we went out to dinner at a little neighborhood place called Vincent's with the neighbors, one of whom is around two years old. He was quite entertaining. I had some nice chicken Marsala and of course more than a couple glasses of wine, so even though it was an early dinner I was pretty much out for the count by 9:30.

Friday's ride turned out to be a little faster than usual, but it was good anyway. I had taken Friday off from work because we had to go up to Baton Rouge and work on the property that The Wife's parents owned and that they are trying to sell. Apparently the insurance company was worried about things like what they identified as poison sumac growing on the fence. Go figure. Naturally, I resorted to chemical warfare for that, although The Wife still found it necessary to cut it all down and bag it. Although I think they misidentified the vine, my own relationship with urushiol is less than stellar, I avoided contact anyway.