Who knew that Churchill would have it pegged my ride today? We started out thinking it would be a long flat tempo ride, but somewhere between the house and the road I got bored and decided that we should head to the battlefield, then once we got there I had this thought about the last time I was there in this type of sunny, muggy weather; the place was over-ridden with deer flies and I was eatten alive. So, to avoid a repeat of that I encouraged Alison to abandon every thought about the battlefield tour with the monsterous hill at the end. We continued on to Schylerville before looping back to the lake. Who knew we would find Victory along the way. OK it was this village on route 32 that had a really cool greeting sign that claimed you were entering the Village of Victory, and we honestly would have stopped to take a picture of it, but there were these construction workers right in front of it that terrified me, well, maybe not terrified, but put it this way I did not want the catcalls over a damn picture, they were already thrilled that we riding through. As we rode along we managed to get out into this really philisophical conversation, even if it was somewhat broken by our continuous effort or 80%MHR. We spent two hours at that pace before a nice break at Stewarts, where the iced coffee was way too sweet. Then we spun along Saratoga Lake to end the ride with a 45 minute cool down of high cadence low impact with the exception of the hill at the end. Allison was a well matched riding partner. I got to thinking about this. Maybe our training styles are so well matched because we learned how to train 25 years ago from the same person when we swam at New Paltz? It is a remote possibility? It was an exceptional and awesome ride.
Later, a swim on Lake Desolation with Amy, and maybe even Alison. Now that will be a photo op- two hawks in a pond.
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