Our cycling trip through France was the greatest adventure. It did not involve jumping out of planes or scaling high mountains – although we had a close encounter one day with a speeding train, but that was not planned.
Our trip was a simple, nicely paced tour of a magnificent part of the world. We stopped regularly to just look around. We were always rewarded.
As we departed Amboise, after staying two nights and feasting in the finest restaurant in town, we looked back at this bit of perfection.
As I work up to my Ride to Conquer Cancer, one big goal is to ride 80 km before the snow falls. As I’ve been focused on training for my half marathon walk lately, riding has taken a backseat. Today I was scheduled to walk 20.8 km, my last big walk before the taper period leading up to the race in 3 weeks.
My heart wasn’t in it today with some aches and pains in my lower legs. So, I asked my hubby if he wanted to ride with me. That’s a bit like asking me if I want chocolate – the answer will always be yes.
Today we rode downtown to Kensington Market and home again, slightly more than 63 km, although given the strong winds coming home, it felt like 90!