I also have a first report to make. It was mid-week last week and not on the weekend, so I'll ask forgiveness from any thread purists.
I replaced an eight-mile run with an almost-eighty-minute bike ride. I covered 18.5 miles at an average of slightly faster than 15 MPH. The 600+ feet of elevation is nothing that will excite this group, but most of it was in a few fairly-steep (for me) sections. That's the farthest ride I've taken since I purchased the bike, and it gave me hope that I'll be able to build to 50+ miles over the next several months.
I'd hoped to ride twice a week over the last couple of months, but I've been hit or miss with that. I've ridden probably seven or eight times over the last two months, and last week's ride was was my first bike ride in about two weeks. I've finally gotten past the sore backside, but I haven't been riding frequently by any means.
Anyway, I assumed the long ride wouldn't harm my training because I was used to running the same length of time. However, my body told me differently the next day. The combination of soreness from cycling, lack of sleep, high heat, etc. made for a rough long run on Saturday.
Cyclists aren't heavy enough to trigger the sensor to open the gates to exit our community. To work around that, I have a habit of riding onto the sidewalk, stabilizing myself on the fence with one hand as I approach the pedestrian exit, and pushing open the exit with the other hand.
As I left for my long ride, I approached the pedestrian exit in this way. When I arrived at the gate, the section of fence that I use to stabilize myself was missing. I attempted to locate the door with my other hand to open it, but the handle to the door was also missing. At this point, with my feet still clipped into the pedals and my velocity at zero, I crashed to the concrete.
After I unclipped myself from the bike and got up, I noticed a locksmith's truck on the other side of the gate. Apparently, it was time for some routine maintenance work on the doors.