I started running at 9:41 in the morning.
The route covered 13.6 miles through the Hudson Valley with 1,526 feet of climbing. Moving time was 1:50:19. This was not a shakeout jog after the previous day's Bear Mountain ride.
I was running with a friend on the old roads around Philipstown. Partway through, we stopped beside a blue-and-yellow historical marker for the Old Albany-New York Post Road.
The sign said the route dated to 1699 and later became a major artery during the American Revolution. It was a strange little roadside reminder that the hills had been inconveniencing travelers for more than three hundred years.
We took a photo, finished the route, and stopped the watches just before noon. Strava called the activity a “leisurely 13.6-mile, 1500ft stroll.” That was not an accurate use of the word leisurely, but it was close enough for the title field.
Then I got on the bike.
The ride started at 2:11. It covered another 48.2 miles with 3,294 feet of climbing in 2:51:58 of moving time. Average power was 190 watts, nearly identical to the day before.
Across the two activities, the day came to 61.8 miles and 4,820 feet of climbing. The first 13.6 happened on foot. The next 48.2 happened on two wheels.
There was no event, medal, or finish line. It was a Saturday with a friend, a roadside marker, a run that wandered well past the normal definition of morning mileage, and enough time left to ride for nearly three more hours.
Thirteen before lunch.
Forty-eight after it.