Past Juanita Park, Jo had the lead when they hit the hill. She downshifted and began the grind up the hill. It was a long slog. At this speed there was no advantage to drafting, this was just about low gears and a lot of spinning. Angelo dropped back a bit and they each focused on their own climb.
She’d woken so sore this morning that she’d almost called Angelo to cancel. Might have, if she’d had his number. She’d arrived only moments before he did, and she half hoped she’d missed him. But now with the miles rolling beneath them, she was glad she’d come. The ride had loosened her muscles and been beautiful so far.
Though, her muscles reminded her as she climbed, the ride was barely half over. A loop around Lake Washington ran forty-five to fifty miles depending on which exact route you
