Holy. Moly. I knew I was out of shape, but this is bad. Lucas' gym put together a bike ride from Ankeny to the High Trestle Trail Bridge in Woodward/Madrid (where we got engaged). I knew that would be a hike but was wiling to give it a try. Not long into the ride (like 2 miles) I realized this wouldn't be any fun. These in-shape people were holding at least a 16 mph pace. My pace, on the other hand, fell to just 9 mph has we faced a head wind and a chunk of path with no protection from the wind. Needless to say, I did not make it the the bridge. Instead, we turned around after stopping for a bite and a beer at a little bar directly off the path in Slater. Our roundtrip was 25 miles, which is the farthest I've ever biked in a day. My previous record was just more than 15 miles, which was the distant of the triathlon I competed in last year. I do enjoy biking so I'm motivated to get better and stronger. I plan on riding to and from work next week. Wish me luck!