Yeah, I have a pink bike shirt.

My boyfriend and I rode our bikes from Ayer to Pepperell and back again on Saturday.

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finally went biking for the first time in ages… I’m so out of shape…

I did 12 miles on the Assabet River Rail Trail. It’s paved and starts in Hudson and ends in Marlborough.

Some interesting points:

1. At a dangerous intersection where I almost got run over last year, now has some kind of sensor that makes a light blink so the cars stop for me now.
2. Going out, (Hudson to Marlborough), is about 90% uphill, which made for an awesome time coming back. I think I averaged about 12mph.
3. I passed a young boy, in the 9-12 age, smoking a cigarette, which leads me to believe that his parents/older sibling does it. Way to add another winner to society…. good parenting on that one….
4. The entire trail is only 5.6 miles and ends somewhere in Marlborough, at a rather sketchy looking intersection. I had to do some loops and backtrack to get in the 12 miles. I was planning on trying for 20 miles, but that seems so farsighted now. I probably could have done it, I had plenty of energy, but judging by how sore I am today, I probably won’t bike for another day to two. Though I have to bike to get my HDL in better place.

In other news, I finally bought 5 gallons of water so I can brew that Red that’s been sitting around since Christmas. Maybe I’ll do that soon.

Until next time,
The *rather would be outside than stuck in the office* biker

This past Saturday I went on another long bike ride with my boyfriend, his friend, wife, mother, and dog. We did 16.2 miles around/near Lake Massabesic in New Hampshire. It was a converted rail trail, unpaved, and messy. Huge puddles everywhere, I was filthy by the time the ride was over.

But it was wicked fun. There were some short little tunnels that went under the highway here and there, which were awesome. I saw some red squirrels, which aren’t very common where I live, some ducks, and a bunch of newts in a pond where we stopped to have our picnic lunch. I should have brought my camera. There were a bunch of stones piled on top of each other and one was in the shape of a teddy bear. (sort of) Turns out the area is “private” property. The owner stopped by on our way out and we chatted for a bit. The guy didn’t care that we ate there, I guess people go through there all the time, and especially since it’s on a the rail trail and it’s a snowmobiling trail in the winter. Nice guy.

The way out actually seemed more difficult because we were stopping at all the intersections for the group to catch up, but on the way back, we all kind of did our own pace. The total moving time was around two hours. I had a blast.

On a coincidental side note; Tim’s mother, over the phone, thought my name was Jane. Then we talked with the owner of the pond that we had lunch at, and, even though I said my name was Jen, he heard Jane.  Here’s the coincidental part: About a month or two ago, I thought about creating a pen-name for the books I’ve been writing, and that name I came up with is Jane Oldns.  I hadn’t told anyone about “Jane” so talk about coincidental. So now this is what I’ve come up with: Jane writes the books, Jen rides the bike. Works for me.

Until next time,
The Identity Crisis biker