Heather and I went on a bike ride today on Tulsa’s wonderful River Parks trails along the Arkansas River.
We started on the east bank and went north a ways. (“A ways” is how we say things in Oklahoma, just so you know.)
That was about a mile and then we went across the west bank across our brand spanking new pedestrian bridge with emergency call stations every 50 yards or so.
And then headed down south past the PSO Tulsa Power Station.
Not as many people on the west side of the river compared to the east side. It is a lot more remote with fewer access points.
Heather kept the pace up even though she said she said her legs were dead. She teaches Zumba classes a few times a week. I’d be dead myself.
I injured myself in a Labor Day run but I guess that I’m cured. My knee doesn’t hurt at all any more. Don’t tell Heather or I’ll have to vacuum or mow the yard or something. Can you keep a secret? Yeah, well I can’t either.
Anyway, we got about 15.5 miles. My garmin shows a half mile less but I didn’t get it started until we started the ride.
You know, I think a 15 mile plus or minus is a good ride. So we celebrated by going to a frozen yogurt place. And then home to watch the Cowboys lose to the Giants. Heather cleaned house because she didn’t know about my miraculously cured knee that you promised you wouldn’t tell her about.
So, what did you do Sunday afternoon.