Columbus, Ohio . . . 70 degrees in March?
Seems to have given way just for today to:
Took a month to get the same near-70 degrees here in Cowtown that I enjoyed in Oregon. It was a perfect day to reinforce I’m not needed at work. (I’m betting if you polled my staff, it’d be unanimous. “Yeah, go ride a bike, dude. We’re good.”)
Today certainly breaks the record for the earliest ride of the calendar year without dressing like I’m on the Wintering Over Party at McMurdo. Last year, for example, I did a 56 mile ride on Easter. That was the first day in 2014 it was warm enough to go sans parka.
Since it’d been a month since I’d been on a bike and nearly six months since I’ve tackled a 50+ mile ride, I thought I’d take a little easier on myself and just shoot for 40 miles.
To ride 40 miles in Columbus, that means leaving my house in north Columbus and heading downtown on the Olentangy Greenway Trail. (Side note: when I first moved to Columbus I was trying to find a location near the Olentangy River. I pronounced it the way it looked to me: O-LIN-TANG-EE. The little rude wench on the other end of the phone chirped, “You must not be from around here. It’s OLEN-TAN-GEE.” I wanted to respond, “Yeah, I mispronounce ‘ICE-HOLE’ all the time, too.”)
Must have been awhile since I’d ridden downtown. The Veteran’s Memorial, home of the Arnold Classic, is no more.
I had a hankering for The Spaghetti Warehouse’s 15 layer lasagna for lunch.
But if I don’t start to eat a little better, I’m going to be toting more than I care / have to over those damned Rockies. So I settled for a chopped salad at Subway.
Made a stop at Antrim Park on the way back. Lots of folks doing summer-y things.