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.