Cape Ride is over - thank God. I really shouldn't say it like that because it was a great thing we did. But it was hard work and definitely didn't pan out the way we expected.
However, we did raise a lot of money for The Hall's Steps Foundation and Fisher House and we did have a great (kind of) time on the ride. A few things did put a damper on it though...such as having to reschedule so most everyone couldn't actually make the ride, the wind blew us sideways for 40 miles, and freezing my ass of in Provincetown. However, we did it - and that's what counts!
Oh! And I got to sleep in a yurt for the first time - fantastic fun. Even though Chris and I had to sleep under 2 sleeping bags to avoid frostbite in the 40 degree East Coast weather, that was pretty hilarious. Apparently a "yurt" is a Northeast thing, so I added a pic for those who read my blog from other parts of the world.
It's basically a wooden igloo. Ours had a wooden walkway/porch thing that led up to it and a wooden roof but you get the picture. I really like the word yurt. I'm going to add it to my list of favorite words, right after 'quirky' and 'onomatopoeia'.
So Chris' parent's stayed at the gorgeous Daniel Webster Inn and Spa (Built in the 1600's and dorned with an English-Accent concierge) while Chris and I, in typical "Wommila" fashion - oh ps. that's the name that Mike and Brit came up with, kind of like Brad and Jennifer turned into "Bennifer" and Brad and Angelina turned into "Brangelina" except I like this one because it sounds like a short little furry, round animal with beady eyes and rounded ears- Anyway....where was I? Oh yeah. Chris and I preferred "yurting". We did, however, take the opportunity during their check-in to perform our very own Ghost Adventures investigation - how could we not? Built 400 years ago it's gotta be LOADED with ghosts.
We found none.
After checking in we ate at British Beer Company, which was amazing to say the least. We always seem to pick the best restaurants.
So we froze our butts - actually heads because that was the only thing peaking out from under the mound of sleeping bags - off, woke up at 7 am, met up with the ever prompt Gordon, and cycled the almost 120 mile we promised our donors we would. By the end we were sore, hungry, crabby, and weather punished. But most of all, I think we all felt pretty darn accomplished.
After I made Craig and Louise stop off at the closest ice cream joint and I didn't feel even remotely guilty ordering the large sundae with all the fixings....then as soon as I got home eating 4 pieces of pizza, showering, and practically going to straight to bed.
I hate to rule anything out, but I'm pretty sure that's the last time Chris and I will be doing the whole "riding the length of Cape Cod and back" thing. It's actually not that fun considering only half the ride is actually pretty. I'm 99.9% positive we're capable of finding better century+ routes to do.
And guess what Chris and I did when we woke up today? We got up, ate, and got right back on the bike. Some call it crazy, I call it more of an addiction.
After spending almost 2 hours scrubbing every inch of our bikes after our ride it absolutely down poured (no surprise there) so I got really into this new show called MobWives. It's one of those guilty pleasure shows you watch simply to gawk at how other people in the world live. Think...40+ year old women with way too much botox/face lifts bitching each other out, wearing clothes that should only be worn on Halloween, and crying over their Mob/jailed (ex)husbands. It's. Awesome.
Chris doesn't really appreciate it but he can take it in small doses, as long as I give him a book to read and scratch his head.
Next up on the agenda:
1. 5k Barefoot festival in Maine
2. Escape the Cape triathlon
3. FARMING!!!!
love love love,
me
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