Sunday was an all night bike ride after you add travel and waiting into the mix. 3200 people joined into this unorganized ride which four years ago boasted having 500 riders. We got to ride through the starting area in Hopkinton but the police had cordoned off the finish at 1:30 because Mark Walburg was filming a movie about the bombing four years ago. 

I finished the ride before 3 AM but it was close to 4 AM when I finally found my car.  I normally had a good sense of direction but was so narcoleptic, I ended up on Washington St. at Downtown Crossing three times.  I was chasing riders who I though were going back to the area where we loaded our bikes on trucks only to realize they were riding to their homes.  Finally I came across two guys riding and asked if they were going to South Station. “No, that’s the other direction” one said.  “Turn around, take a left on Washington and you will see signs direction bikers to the station.” I had passed that sign twice and never looked up to read it.

I was a zombie all day Monday and just kind of hung around the house so physically tired that my whole body was sore. I did get out to do a short ride to fulfill my 30 days of biking and was in bed by nine.  Tuesday morning I was still feeling droopy until I forced myself into a walk with the dogs.  That did the trick and the effects of the Midnight Marathon Ride had passed.  I got in a few good miles doing errands and ended the day with a bike ride to Tuesday night yoga.  I struggled at yoga because  I hadn’t been to a class in two weeks and had done a lot of biking during that stretch while in Austin.  I am looking forward to doing it all again next year.