Today we biked from Pulaski (spoken PulaskI) to Sodus Point, a beautiful spot on Lake Ontario. This is an area called the Tug Hill Plateau, one of the snowiest areas in the US. When my son was in college in Potsdam, NY, driving to visit him in winter was a potential nightmare; a 2 hour trip could take 8. This time of year it is incredibly green, moderately hilly and almost completely farmland. 68 miles went by quickly, except for:
RIDING WHILE OLD
This is obviously not a novel finding, but riding 60-80 miles daily is a whole different story for a 67 year old than a 30 year old. At some point during the day, almost every point in your body hurts. Some are old familiar aches, and some are new ones. They migrate, can seem disabling for a short while, then fade away (usually). I don’t remember this from decades ago. And then there’s the “when you gotta go, you gotta go” phenomenon. This may be TMI, but it is a significant part of the ride. Doesn’t preclude enjoyment, but it certainly emphasizes one’s mortality.