Biking Block Island.
After the loooooooong day in Boston on Friday, I needed to work off some stress. So Chris and I decided to 'sail away on the Block Island ferry.' (This is the theme song for the ferry, but I couldn't find a YouTube clip or anything. If someone can find audio proof of this song, please send it to me! Lyrics are "Sail away on the Block Island Ferry, take a trip back to carefree times. Sail away, Block Island awaits you. Just leave your troubles behind." And thus ends this digression.)
Our ferry ride over was a little choppy, and we were ... green by the time the ferry docked at Payne's Dock, but we shook off our seasickness quickly after breakfast at the Mohegan Cafe. Then we rented some dented bikes from the shop by Ballard's (I left my bike back in CT ... foolish Kerri) and got on the road.
I must admit: July was a tough month for me, exercise-wise. I was traveling way more than I'm used to and only made it to the hotel gyms a handful of times. My own gym membership at home went virtually unused, save for a few ragtag workouts. But I thought I was still in relatively decent shape, so I didn't think the bike ride would kick my ass. I was even grinning before we attempted the hills, all hopeful.
Oh how stupid I was.
The first leg of the ride was all uphill. We followed Spring Street straight up to the Southeast Lighthouse and by the time we reached the top of the bluffs, I was dying. DYING. My legs were wobbly and I was panting and my blood sugar was plummeting. Thankfully, I'm a nerd and I chose the bike with the little basket on the front, and since I didn't have a small dog to stuff in there, I instead had a secure place for glucose tabs. Which I ate. Happily. Next to the Southeast lighthouse.
We hung out for a while at the lighthouse because my numbers just wouldn't budge, so I are a few more glucose tabs near the bluffs.
The Dexcom (also stuffed into the bike basket) finally stopped BEEEEEEEEP!ing and a quick test confirmed a number finally in the triple digits, so we ventured on our way. Thankfully, the way down was easier on our legs, and we stopped at the Block Island airport to take a break and watch the teeny, tiny planes land. (Note: No. I will never go on one of these planes. They hold four people. Including the pilot. Oh hell no!)
It was fun, though. Chris and I had a great time - hard not to in one of my favorite places. Even though my legs were burning and my wrist was a little aggravated from the ride, it was awesome to be out in the sunshine, taking in the sights of a beautiful place like Block Island as we whizzed by on our bikes. (We also found the same pond three times. Sad senses of direction, we have.)
I already have a bike, but it's been sitting in our storage space for the last few years. I used to ride all the time when I lived in RI because my apartment was across the street from a beautiful eight mile bike path. Now I think I want to bust that thing out and toddle around town on my ridiculous bicycle with my equally ridiculous helmet (thank you, Nicole), maybe with Siah in a basket on the front.
Or maybe just my meter would be more realistic.
Either way, it was awesome to be outside, far from the glowing computer screen, pedaling away my stress on the summer streets of Block Island.