To avoid paying Ritz Carlton breakfast prices, Jonathan and I walk to the nearby Holiday Inn for breakfast this morning. Knowing that I have a full day of biking ahead of me, I consume an incredible amount of food-fruit, eggs, sausage, oatmeal and juice. Walking towards Jim and Chris' place we come across Mark and Matt, who have overshot the mark.
A short taxi ride takes us to Old Montreal and the bike rental shop. Ensuring that we all have wide, cushy seats installed, we set off for a day of biking along the canals and the St. Lawrence River. The scenery is beautiful, and the weather goes from sunny to cloudy and threatening, back to sunny again during the course of the day.
I do great for the morning, up until we stop for a wonderful lunch. After the great meal my body's desire for a nap overcomes my enthusiasm for biking, but I soldier on with the others. Jonathan is a frequent biker in Chicago, but I almost never drag mine out of the basement. He is having the time of his life, but I am becoming more and more aware of the discomfort of the seat, the awkward back and arm position, and the weight of the camera strapped around my neck.
It isn't an official Toto Tour, so I allow myself the tiniest whine to Jonathan: "I am sooooo tired." Word of my whining gets around the group quickly, and I get some sympathetic teasing. At one point I simply can't go on, and I hop off the bike to give my butt and shoulders a rest. Everyone gathers around, and up comes a cute young lady who is a Canadian Parks guide, and she asks if we have any questions for her. I ask her to please launch into her one-hour presentation about what we are looking at, so I will have more time off the instrument of torture!
Returning to Old Montreal around 3:30pm we stop for drinks at a pub fronting the canals. We talk about plans for dinner. The spirit is willing, but the body is wiped out. Before we say farewell to the guys at the bike rental shop, Jonathan and I have made the decision to stay in for the evening and rest. Who would have ever thought I'd be in a fabulous city on a Saturday night and be content to lay up in the hotel?
Jonathan and I collapse onto our bed at 5pm, and don't stir again until 8pm. At that point he volunteers to go out and bring back some dinner, and I drag myself into the shower. After eating we opt for a pay-per-view movie, enjoying "Amazing Grace" - a period movie from the early 1800's in England when William Wilberforce was fighting to have slave trading abolished. Truly excellent performances! It has been a wonderful day, and we can look forward to a wonderful day tomorrow since we allowed ourselves a chance to rest and relax!