trips to nowhere

Sometimes a trip to nowhere can be spectacularly exciting. For example, when you know that you a taking a trip from Point A back to.......... Point A. Let us take, for example, a parking lot outside Poolesville, Maryland and substitute it for Point A and make the trip a 25 mile loop through the fall colored countryside. Add in a 7 mile 'detour' (which is my nice way of saying we got spectacularly lost) and good company and suddenly sweating and spinning from Point A back to Point A sounds pretty good. On a recent, sunny Saturday Jen and I had an adventure on the Peach Tree Loop, yes, getting slightly lost on the way in spite of a cue sheet and a wholly inadequate Google map.


We had a lovely time though and got to climb a couple hills that while, unnecesarry to complete the loop were necesarry for the overall fun factor and of course shaping up my leg and butt muscles. We even stopped at a farm stand to buy homemade barbeque sauce and apple cider. While it was clearly Keith's fault that we got off to such a late start, it didn't deter us from enjoying being out in BFN, which really is a welcome relief from the taxi cabs, tourists and commuters that make up my usual ride.





PS Jen........you didn't look all that "80's throwback" to me.... ; )

Some trips to nowhere, however, aren't all that great. Take my new trainer for example. I love the thing. Love it. With the ridiculous work schedule I have right now I am so greatful to be able to get on that sucker and get a kick butt interval workout. Its just a bit.......boring. I think I've discovered the secret to ultimate trainer occupation. Foreign films. Well, French foreign films to be exact. I watched a hilarious (at times) movie called Ridicule the other evening with the subtitles off. I was amazed at how the task of translating kept my mind busy. Before I knew it I had spun at my desired cadence for a good 30 minutes. Forget loud music, forget training DVD's, all I need is a sweat rag and un film francais.