Well, with the alarm clock going off at 5:00 AM this morning, I’ve officially started week two of Biking To Live. It feels good. It feels very good. I haven’t been this jazzed about working out in a long time. Is it because I’m losing weight? No. In fact, I’m not even sure I’ve lost any yet. Weigh-in isn’t until Thursday. Is it because of the potential of weight loss? Sure. I think what has gotten more more excited than anything, though, is returning to a sport that I’ve always loved. Did I mention it feels good?

I didn’t know what to expect this morning. The weather channel the night before was calling for 80% showers. When I rolled out of the garage it was partly cloudy and a little warmer than it’s been. Probably in the high 60s F. I pedaled out of the driveway and headed down the street for Ride 5.

Trying to improve a little bit over last week, I consciously tried to push myself a little harder. It didn’t seem to be a problem and it felt good. My legs weren’t even sluggish after my first week of good exercise in a few years. I pushed it pretty good and felt like I turned in a half-way decent workout for a 100 pound overweight slob. I also rode just a bit further than I did last week so that I can push my weekly mileage up above 50. All told, it was a good ride. As I pulled into my neighborhood I did get sprinkled on a little but that’s it. The rain held off until this evening. Here are the numbers for Ride 5: 10.59 miles, 48:16, 16.8 mph max, and 13.1 mph average speed.

I didn’t see many folks out this morning except for a lady walking her two dogs, a runner I hadn’t seen before, and a dead armadillo in the middle of the road. Where I come from, a dead armadillo on the road during the day is called a Hot Lunch. Here, in the pre-dawn hours of Ride 5, I guess you could call it Road Rash.