With the rising sun

This morning I went for my second ride. I went 8.1 miles this time. I have found, at this point, that the time it takes doesn't really matter, and is not totally accurate. Throughout the routes that I have taken the last two there have been quite a few places where I had to stop for traffic to pass where the wasted seconds can quickly add up. Once my stamina builds up to where I can take some longer rides, then I can get out of town further where there will be little to no stoppage. Then a good measure of time-distance can be captured. Also I am sure that this won't be an issue when I figure out all the nuances of the wireless computer on my bike. There are only 2 buttons on it and at least 10 different modes with different options. Another read through of the little manual is certainly warranted.

Today, I reached a new high speed. 24 mph. It felt good, and I sustained for as long as I could. It was towards the end of my ride, so I pushed myself to get it, and it was also into the wind. Granted these aren't hurricane winds, I was still fairly happy nonetheless. I'm sure that in a few weeks I'll look at that speed and laugh, but that is what I am suppose to do. That is what progression is all about.