Back in the saddle again

I'm back! I got to Missoula safely from way far away, Joe packed up the whole house into a Budget rental truck, and we drove to Portland. After finding an apartment and moving in, we gave back the rental truck and had. . .only bicycles for transportation!

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After ten weeks of driving everywhere, for everything and getting very comfortable with it, I was a little nervous about going cold turkey when we moved to Portland. I wasn't sure if my slowly atrophying muscles could handle the workout, or if my reprogrammed brain could understand cycling distances and times again.

The earliest responses from various body parts indicate that I've missed cycling very much and can't wait to ride more! Hooray for muscle memory!

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A week and a half after I started this post, I feel stronger than ever, if a little saddle-sore. On Sunday, Joe and I rode a huge (to me) loop around Portland--27 miles round trip--and decided that we didn't really want to move to St. John's. Ever. Nothing against it, of course; I just don't appreciate bridges that give me panic attacks. That being said, it was a lovely ride, and we've decided to take an extended ride every weekend.

Portland exploring here we come!

-rachel