I ended up going for my first test ride on the bike Saturday.  It felt REALLY GOOD spinning the chainring.  I made an easy 3-mile loop, jumped a couple of curbs – didn’t hurt – and made a few stops around the neighborhood.  All was fine until I made the steep 500’ climb back up to the house.  Holy shit! I am out of shape.  I was on the single-speed and even with the 18t rear cog installed, the climb SUPER hurt.  I almost puked.  It is a long way from punishing Team Discovery-clad Freds on the Interurban this summer; letting them attempt to pass and then dropping into the 54t big ring and spinning up for a mile or so, watching them try to keep pace and then fading into the shrubbery, covered in sweat and despair, while I giggled at them.  I will ride again this weekend, maybe going to Cedar Creek to stretch my legs a little and let my lungs burn.

Also, I didn’t get in trouble for riding before my Doc said it was OK.  I got the stink eye a little from Laurel, but there have been no major repercussions thus far.  I still get to sleep in the house and no mysterious locks have appeared on any of my two-wheeled mistresses 🙂