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A good riding morning...

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It was a special treat to have Paul, Cheryl, Chris, Jeff, and Peggy show up to ride this morning. This is one of the largest groups we've had in a long time. Peggy rode well. Bev enjoyed her ride. Chris and I were discussing the triathlon over lunch. Bev says we should train up and do it. I agree. I probably already have the stamina to do it, but with my knees sore, I'll have to work my mileage up slowly until it is doable. I've looked at the dates of modest triathlons for next year and found one in Fairhope that is possible. It fits the bill for length and being on a date I am scheduled off.

So I am looking at the options for swim training. There is either the Y at Greystone or the pool at Talladega. Neither look very likely for a training spot. Perhaps I should just get a wet suit and swim in the river.

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