There was no laboring for me this Labor Day. None. At. All.
Well, I did spend 45 minutes on the elliptical machine, and that was a little bit of work, but I never mind starting my day with a bit of exercise. (Although I’d much rather have run. *sigh* It’s been 2 weeks now since I’ve diagnosed myself with a stress fracture. The good news is, the ‘doc’ (me) thinks it might be okay to try it in as few as 3-4 days. I’ll consult with myself again at that point.)
The rest of the day was down right FUN.
With morning temps in the 70s, we jumped on our motorcycles and headed to our meeting place. There, we hooked up with 9 other motorcyclists, planned our route, and began the journey.
I’ve never ridden with so many motorcycles before. My heart was beating anxiously when we first took off. Could I keep up? Would I make a fool of myself? Would these big tough guys, and the big tough girls, make me look like the meek, little twerp that I am?
Nope. Not once. We only knew one of the couples, but everyone else was so friendly and welcoming and made us feel right at home.
We headed south along the Bluff Road that follows the Mississippi River. The weather was absolutely beautiful, the roads were curvy and smooth, and only the occasional armadillo road kill slowed us down.
If I closed my eyes, I could almost believe I was back in Colorado.
About an hour into the ride, we stopped off at one of the many caves in the bluffs to cool off.
The cool air coming out of here was incredible. We spent quite a bit of time here telling stories and resting our rear ends before heading on to our next stop.
Lisa’s was an extremely popular restaurant among bikers and regulars alike. Probably because in this area there is only one place to eat. We spent a good couple of hours eating, resting, and telling more stories.
None of us were ready to head back, so we continued south for a few more miles, admiring towns even smaller than ours.
The next stop was a Dairy Queen not too far up the road. Believe it or not, Hubby and I passed on this stop and decided to make our way back. We live the furthest away and knew our rumps weren’t going to make it much further.
185 miles we put on the bikes today, and our backsides are certainly feeling it. But neither one of us would have traded it for anything!
It was a fabulous day, and well worth requesting it off!
Now please excuse me while I get intimate with my beloved foam roller.
My gluteus maximus is beggin’ for it.
(Hope your Labor Day weekend was just as awesome!)