Attack Squirrels in Spencerport?

One of members, we will call her Jan,likes to bike early in the morning (5:30am for gosh sakes, crazy!) with equally nutty Eileen. This morning Jan almost had an accident on her bike as a squirrel darted across the road, not unusual, but this squirrel was carrying a jar of peanut butter!
Neither the squirrel nor Jan knew exactly what to do. They both changed direction, darting from one side of the road to the other trying desperately to avoid a collision, with the squirrel at a huge disadvantage due to the weight of the jar.
Finally the poor squirrel dropped the jar and scampered to the nearest tree. Hey, wait, that jar of PB sitting on our kitchen counter when I was making toast this morning, that wasn't..?

Jan insists the squirrel must have had too much coffee.

Biking Around the Lake

If two numbskulls take a right turn and race down a hill on their bikes, wondering why the rest of the group isn't following, will anyone care? I had a bad feeling something was amiss as we passed the Bristol Harbor golf course, which I had never seen on previous rides near Canandaigua Lake. But Mike and I were having so much fun, riding at 35 mph even with brakes pumping on and off, that we continued.

We reached the bottom and that's when Mike heard his phone. Jan had left a message, they were on the opposite end of Seneca Point Rd, waiting for our return. They had screamed at us to stop, but we couldn't hear with the wind whizzing past our ears. It was my fault, direction guy, even with a highlighted map I chose the wrong way to turn. We began to snake our way up the mountain, yes it was a hill going down, but a 9% grade going up is a mountain. Mike walked for a bit, but I was able to bike, albeit slowly, back and forth across and gradually up the mountain. After I pulled 50 yards ahead, Mike got back on his bike, but pulled an Artie Johnson and fell over. "C'mon, stop playing around Mike", I yelled. "But I'm bleeding!" Mike said. "Don't make me come back down this mountain you baby, get up and ride". Oh yeah, I'm tough.

Eventually Mike got on his bike and powered up the road. Well, pushed the pedals and slowly inched his way along. A few golfers stopped and shook their clubs at us. Evidently our swearing had disturbed their swings. Fifteen or more minutes after taking the wrong turn we finally re-joined our peloton. I think they had lunch while we were gone.

We continued on our way back to Canandaigua and Kershaw Park, ending a beautiful day with a swim in the 66 degree water, two of us opting to end the swim fairly quickly.

Maniac

"She's a maniac, maniac for triathlons
And she's training like she never trained before
She's a maniac, maniac on the bike
And she's biking like she never biked before"

Jan and I spent the morning after Valentine's Day riding to Coach Troy's three hour excursion of the Lake Placid IM course. I was tired when we were done. But, there was running to do. Of course, why not? We only worked out three hours! Did I mentioned being exhausted?

So we trudged outdoors, Jan bopping along like a rabbit down toward the village, dragging the anchor that was me, along behind. I could not stay up with her and she was not going to slow down. Damn her. It was like running with Frank Q, except instead of one step ahead she was 10-20 yards.

We completed about 5 miles and the remainder of my day was spent lumbering around in my pj's, staying close to the tv and couch. Jan kept moving, but agreed not to workout any more.