Just another clear, crisp, sunny morning in Arizona. Skipping todat’s 14 mile Team D run (I needed to be in Tempe at 10 for a friend’s wedding), I opted for another bike ride. This time, I rode east from Pima road, along the Arizona Canal, crossing the Salt River Pima-Maricopa Indian Community.
The way out had the 2 ingredients of riding directly into the morning sun (making it harder to see the dips and bumps) and a bit of head wind. Again, I love this ride because it is so open, one can see directly north to the McDowell Mountains, northeast to Red Mountain, east to the Superstitions… And very typical, I saw at least 2 great blue herons (or the same one twice) take off in a long, powerful gliding motion. The farms nort of the canal are carpet green with new grass (hay?) and perhaps lettuce or spinach as far as the eye can see.
I was watching my watch for a turn around, a bit short of the Beeline highway crossing, actually just at the trash dump where Gilbert Rd hits highway 87. And woah, baby, on the way back, I was flying much faster with light at my back along with the wind. I probably could have gone farther since my time back was about 10 minutes less than out.
Legs felt good, getting some of the long formant bike muscles working. And now, my weekly mileage charts show a rising ride spike of bike miles.