The course consists of a beautiful set of roads that wind though the Kings Mountain State Park and the Kings Mountain National Military Park. My brother started a hobby of collecting national parks. I did not know one could “collect” national parks but it all started when we were in Hawaii and he and his wife visited the Hawaii Volcanoes National Park. When he is not sewing patches on his commemorative blanket he is blogging about his excursions here.
Maybe we can all ride out there next time he is in town! Or maybe he will just threaten me with an old fashioned big brother-little sister beat down and we will just drive.
I think during the entire ride we were maybe passed by 5 cars. I would definitely rank this as one of my top three rides this year! Next time I am in the mood for a long ride I am going to ride there instead of drive. After the we finished the ride and I was able to overcome my now overwhelming desire to cannonball into the lake, we drove downtown to take our turn against the run course that make their way through the adjacent neighborhoods. Our workout concluded with live music and “gospel rapping” from the neighborhood block party and a little play time with the kids in the dancing fountain. While there were a lot of odd people out and about, I am fairly certain we stood out in the crowd both soaked and in spandex.
May 30 - June 5
Run: 20.5 mi
Bike: 134.1 mi
Sw: 11,400.0 yds
Monday came fast, however, and it was back to the grind. One way you can tell you had an awesome weekend is when you wake up Monday morning and not know what day it is! A little yoga, some swimming, throw in a dash of work and then it’s time for the Tuesday night ride. For every up there is a down right? So Tuesday night’s ride was characterized by a big ‘ol flat tire – a flat tire I rode for about 8 miles. I had a slow leak in my front tire that caused me to cut my ride short. I was making good time getting back into the city but at about the time I needed to stop and change the tube, I found myself in the not-so-great section of Charlotte. Luckily I made it back to Inside Out without incident. It wasn’t until the last turn up Summit Road that I rolled the tire and almost bit it. I swerved to the left, swerved to the right, entertained the locals, but eat pavement I did not! Better to get any incidents out of my system early in the week so as to stack the odds in my favor before the upcoming race!
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