Tour de Marin

I love my best friend Emily. I really do. But sometimes she scares me.

Last night she returned from a two week trip to Europe. Today we were discussing our weekend plans by email. She mentioned wanting to rest up (as jet lag would probably kick in), but also wanting to go for a quick bike ride on Sunday since the weather was supposed to be nice. Thinking this would be a good way for us to spend some quality time together, I mentioned I would like to join her.

I received the following message:

“I thought we could bike out to my brother’s house in San Anselmo, hang out there for a little, then bike back to the city. It’s a beautiful ride, and it’s only 25 miles each way.”

I was so stunned I couldn’t even reply. I mean, I know she’s a super athlete, constantly competing in triathlons and adventure races. But, really, how can a 50 mile bike ride be considered quick?