So disappointing! However since I was all geared up and ready to ride, I still took myself for a longish ride. It wasn't as much fun as a group would have been though, of course. But at least I went. I'm proud of myself for not backing out; I almost let the rain stop me. But it only sprinkled a tiny bit while I was riding, hardly at all, and despite the wet pavement it was nice out.
I went twenty miles, which sounds like a small amount to my bicycle-vacation focused brain, but felt like a huge amount to my winter-acclimated butt. My sit bones hurt sooo much by the end of the ride, every bump and pothole made me wince and cringe. I can't wait until my bottom is conditioned to bicycling again.
I took myself to a sandwich shop on my way home. I ordered a chicken and broccoli sub, and the guy at the counter started making small talk with me while we waited. "So, are you filling yourself up for a ride?" I was wearing my helmet and bike gloves and such.
"Nope, I just finished. This is my reward!"
"That's great, how far?"
"Twenty... TWENTY? Twenty miles doing what?" I looked confused, but he was just busy being astounded out loud. "You went twenty miles on your bicycle?! No way, I can't believe it. I could maybe see riding four...."
He shook his head in amazement. I smiled happily. That kind of reaction makes up for my sore butt, and quells the little voice in my head telling me I should have gone farther. I assured him that yes indeed, I had just ridden twenty miles.
We chatted more about my ride, and about riding in general. It was funny, how amazed he was. Made me feel good, and it was a fun conversation. Eventually my sandwich was ready, and I carried the bag in my hand for the short ride home. (I already proved in a previous ride that submarine sandwiches do not work inside of a water-bottle cage, no matter how plausible it seems.)
[Edit: Ah-ha, I found their mailing list -- they DID cancel the ride! I'm really surprised. Wimps.]