Like the shitty weather around here lately.
Since we got back from Northern
Virginia, I’ve been trying to get out on my bike. I stuck out every day, including Friday. I had my bike loaded on the truck, but got to
the trailhead when a shit storm erupted form the sky. So, I went home and instituted plan B.
I was tired as shit from our trip and lack of riding (yeah,
I get tired when I don’t ride), and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I decided that the next day (Saturday) I would (gasp), break
out the road bike.
I set out for a nice easy ride, which started on my local
greenway:
While I was out, I thought that I should start mapping out a
ride to reciprocate the hospitality that D-Wayne and Meghan showed us on the Tour de Triad last month. I figured that I would scope out the area to
give them a tour down here in the coming months. It should be fun, unless we get caught by a
train and have to sit out in the hot sun for what feels like an eternity.
I spent three hours on the road bike working on my cyclist’s
tan, and had a good ride. However, when
I got home I was exhausted. I was so
tired that I only drank two beers. And
yeah, that’s a big deal.
It probably wasn’t a good idea to go out there in the middle
of the day and wear out my legs the day before a race. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done some
dumb shit though.
But, I actually did enjoy road riding for once.
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