Two roads diverged in the Austin ‘side
And sorry we could not cycle both ways
And being one pair of cyclists, pondered deep and wide
And thought about a 40+ mile day
That it would still be an grand foray
But we took the 60 miler, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it beconed to us wanting wear
(And said you’re a badass for going there)
asses ride would never be the same
And that morning we didn’t follow where safety lay
Road open, no “on your left”, no need for care
Oh, we risked our asses (literally) that day
Yet knowing regret is in what’s not done, they say,
I doubted the demon would follow us there
And though this morning I sigh
With back and legs sore, a petty grievance
Two roads diverged into Austin, and Zliten and I,
We cycled the one less traveled by,
And that made all the difference.
Nod/tipothehat/apologies to Robert Frost.
Yes, we did a metric century ride yesterday.
Yes, we are dumb. We did the equivalent of training badly for a half marathon and just deciding race day to do the full (longest ride last year = 35 miles, longest ride this year = 14 miles). Don’t be us.
Yes, we are very, very sore today. More later!