*** Warning. Long post. ***

Met up with Jim and Greg for a great ride this morning! I was under the impression we were going for a longer, easy-paced ride, but from the get go, it was a test to see whose legs were feeling the best. Typical guy thing, right ladies?

The pace was high, and the effort was intense... at least for me, anyway. Every place where I would normally recover from my harder efforts became the point to shift down a gear or two and speed back up. Greg and Jim were on fire on this ride, while I was at the back hanging on for dear life.

We climbed up Dimple Dell Rd. to Wasatch Blvd. Normally,along Wasatch Blvd, I take in the sights of all the beautiful homes that the richer than rich people proudly display along the mountainside, but again, Greg and Jim had other plans. I was in the red trying to keep the tempo high with these two characters. On a short rise in the road I shifted to match Greg's acceleration, but dropped my chain. D'Oh! I had to chase him and Jim for a couple of minutes. I finally caught them on the large descent down Wasatch Blvd... but it took me bombing down the hill at 55.6mph to accomplish this feat.

There was one more decent climb to conquer in Draper: Highland Dr. At the base of the climb, Greg hit the gas. I figured I would do all I could to hold his wheel. I was panting and coughing up a lung, while Greg seemed to effortlessly spin up the climb. I never got out of the big ring on this climb, holding 20-22mph just to keep in contact with Greg. It was extremely difficult, but I made it. I kept up with the mighty Greg up the Highland Dr. climb in Draper. It may not mean much to others, but it means a lot to me.

At the summit of the climb we discussed who was going which way. Demi-god Greg decided he wanted to climb up the north side of Suncrest - apparently he wasn't even phased by the climbs throughout the rest of today's route. Jim and I wished him well, and we parted ways.

Me and Jim road out through Lehi and Thanksgiving Point to call it a day. I split off from Jim at Camp Williams Rd., as he lived south and I lived north of that point. The sick person that I am wanted some more mileage. I stretched my route home out a little bit, and ended up with just over 53 miles and roughly 2000ft of elevation gain for the day... not too bad. Now it's off to the shower after I down a glass of chocolate milk. Yummo!