We had grand plans for a family bike ride on the trail. Tom used to take YaYa on the trail a lot. It was a special thing with them to ride the 6 miles to the next town, stop for pizza, and then ride back to the start. They would race (sort of) and YaYa would take pride in winning the race and then bragging on his blog.
It was a great plan that began falling apart early this morning. I don’t know why I was surprised that BoBo didn’t want to play. Typical for his teen age, family time (especially where cycling is concerned) is not high on his list. It certainly isn’t higher than hanging out with his friends.
When 1 pm arrived, DD and I gave in and made a few adjustments. While I drove BoBo to our old neighborhood, DD and YaYa went to the bike trail to do the ride together. Prior to use backing out of the driveway, BoBo gave YaYa instructions to kick DD’s tushie in the race.
After dropping BoBo off, I drove to the same trail for a run. I went out 4 miles and turned back towards the van. I figured that YaYa and DD would have passed me before I hit the starting point . They were nowhere around, however. I continued past the park and headed out in the opposite direction for 1 more mile. By the time I was finishing my final mile, they’d just finished eating.
So they got to the park ahead of me, rode a total of 12 miles on their bicycles, and ate in town. I ran 10 miles on foot and still beat them. Woo-hoo! Perhaps my running isn’t as bad as I thought. It certainly felt okay today.