3-day weekends feel more like a necessity the older I get. This Memorial Day was no different, partially because I have a 62-mile bike ride next Saturday and I hadn’t ridden further than 26 miles over the past couple of months. We also had a wedding to attend with X as a member of his first-family was getting married. So, we attended the wedding ceremony, grandparents took both kids overnight and S and I rode 40 miles on Sunday, throwing in an 10-mile 2700-ft climb for good measure. It’s a new climb to me and was a mental slog from mile 3 to mile 10. S is always faster on his bike and after a few minutes at the top, he came back down to find me at about mile 9 throwing a tantrum. Good think, because I was ready to quit, so I needed to hear that I was really close. Plus, I‘ve always heard there’s cookies at the top. (There are!) The ride kicked my butt and I was useless the rest of the day.
Today was for all those other things we didn’t get done like planting what might turn out to be a garden if we’re lucky, all the other mundane household tasks, and having a family birthday party for X who turns 8 (8!?!) this week.
Definitely needed this 3-day weekend.