This morning when I stepped outside for my long ride it seemed warm around 9am. I made a not so wise decision at that point to leave my windbreaker at home.
Oh man, was it chilly. I knew it was gonna be rough when Wendy and I reached the Ocean Parkway/Neptune turn and louds rolled in while winds picked up. Big time. We buckled down and did what we always do – kept on pedaling. When we crossed the Marine Parkway bridge the fog got crazy dense and we were basically riding through a damp and chilly cloud.
There was something kind of serene and cool about the whole thing and even through my chattering teeth I found myself smiling. After the bridge we ran into about a thousand ducks just chilling in the fog and so I stopped to take a few pictures.
We picked it right back up and rode a fairly quick pace all the way out to far Rockaway. I couldn’t believe that people were surfing. Brave, brave souls.
On the way home we stopped at a cute little bagel shop to refuel and warm up.
I grabbed a mini whole wheat, toasted with peanut butter. Yum.
It was such a relief to climb back across that bridge and get back to the regular New York, where the sun was shining and the temperature was nearly 20 degrees higher. We both agreed that we felt pretty badass after the ride though.
I don’t think my feet completely defrosted until about an hour after I got home. For our ride next weekend I’ll follow Wendy’s advice and check the weather in Rockaway before we ride and not in Brooklyn. Whoops. Ah well, it was still an awesome 40+miles and I had a blast.
