On a whim, we decided to do the Bridge Pedal around Portland today (with rented bikes). It’s been over 2 years since I had my ass in a saddle, and let me tell you, it hurts. We got there late, so we started from the back of the pack. I joked around with Joel that he’d get to experience what it feels like to be the slowest swimmer during a triathlon (spoiler alert: it kinda sucks!)
I expected to take more/better pictures, but I was having way too much fun on the bike. Every now and then, Joel and I would carefully chase each other through the crowds. And it felt amaaaaazing to let the legs loose on the freeway. My ass hurt like hell but holy shit, did this ride make me miss turning over those pedals.
10 bridges and 40 miles! Favorite introduction to our new home city.