I've been going on longer and longer rides during the weekends, and I think I've found my current limit, of 50.9 miles. I don't know if it was just the overall length of the ride, or that 5 or 6 mile section of the trail that was gravel and rock, that I encountered on the homeward leg, so that I had to power through even though most of my energy was spent. Anyhoo, when I got back, I spent the evening dealing with muscle spasms in my thighs and calves whenever I moved. I dub them "sparkle cramps" since they just pop up and are gone in the next instant. It cleared up after a "supper" of a cup of yogurt, and a cup orange jello from a batch I made up a few days ago just because it was there. Nevertheless, I am happy that I could do 50 miles at all.
Well since the McKinley bridge section is technically closed due to construction of a new harbor facility, I think I'll just skip it altogether, and go back the way I came forth. Still, I'm glad I did it at least once, just so I know the route. Next time, I'm going to explore crossing the Eads bridge in downtown St. Louis, just to see where it goes. (Probably that Casino Queen across the river.) I'll also go in the morning, so I can have more time to loiter around in St. Louis (and possibly check out the nearest Shake Shack and eat at the Spaghetti Factory) before launching my return trip.
I dunno. My stress is through the roof right now. I can't find anything anywhere on how Mom dealt with estimated taxes, or if she even did, during the final months. Dealing with accountants and the IRS. Things that I have to do, that I really REALLY don't want to do. Sigh.
I hate thinking about the day when I have to experience exactly what you are going through. I know it's coming quickly, and I try not to dwell on it. Each day the inevitability sinks deeper into my mind. Hang in there friend.
