We rode east to Pontassieve and went a back way up to Fiesole.
The climb for this ride was very different from the steep curves of Fiesole. The ascent was super gradual--more of a test of mental stamina than physical capability. I'm proud to say that I didn't stop at all during the 5 km (3 mi) climb. Even though the ride up was not as sharp and steep as my usual ride to Fiesole, I found it amazing that the two completely different rides could be equally as hard.
By the time I reached the top, I was exhausted. Ged still wanted to continue on toward the monastery, the place that's infamous for a hellish final climb. Not today, I told him.
Besides being a kind, thought-provoking and honest boyfriend, Ged is also a great photographer!
Here's some shots he took of me riding up to the top of the hill.
Where we were headed:
Pointing toward the monastery I really didn't want to ride to:
Ged and I stopped at the Commonwealth Cemetery near Florence.
Best friends. :)
The entire ride was 54km (34mi).
Post ride nutrition included whole grain fusilli pasta mixed with freshly sauteed veggies.
I threw in some garlic, spinach, tomatoes, onions and red pepper.
The Italy/Slovakia game is on TV right now and it's pretty intense. I'm rooting for Slovakia...the Italian players aren't exactly winning me over with all their bitching.