On Saturday morning, I went to a local tri club’s group bike ride. I was really intimidated and almost decided not to go. I showed up and felt like a total joke on my little 10 year old aluminum frame road bike with rusty screws and a squeaky chain (I have to grease it regularly? who knew?)
The first ten miles were quite enjoyable, but that was just the warm up. Then the real ride began, and I was promptly dropped. Fortunately two older guys had planned to do a shorter, easier ride, so I stuck with them. We ended up doing 52 miles, averaging almost 16 miles an hour, and pretty much the whole time I kept thinking “I LOVE riding my bike!” I have a loooong way to go between now and May 4th, but I cannot wait to spend more time out on the roads. Running is still my first love, but I forgot how fun and satisfying long rides can be. And thank the lord I bought toe covers. It was nice to finish a ride and still have feeling in my feet!
In the end, this was a pretty good week of training for me:
I know, I know, I need to swim more
While we’re on the topic of “things that are intimidating but end up being better than expected,” I would like to talk about French macarons. I’ve eaten a few, think they’re all right but nothing special, and never really had any desire to make them. But over Winter Break, Mike mentioned that he wanted to try them and I decided that the challenge would be fun.
I found this recipe, which is different from every other macaron recipe I’ve seen, but decided to give it a shot. It worked perfectly! I was kind of shocked, since I know these are finicky little beasts. I checked on them pretty much every minute they were in the oven (through the door), and was overjoyed to see they had feet (even if the feet stuck out a little bit).
Then I filled them with vanilla bean frosting, ate way too many, and felt grossly sugar-hungover the next day. Standard.
(adapted from Squirrel Bakes)