Looking back on it, predicting a recovery day for today seemed a little fool-hardy. Especially since I can’t turn down a new dad with limited rides who invites me out.
And in hindsight, suggesting Kelley Point — a long slog on the best days — on a windy, 90 degree day maybe wasn’t too bright either.
I am pretty sure we both bonked. And that was before his six mile uphill ride home and my ten mile commute back to my refrigerator.
Everything hurts. Tomorrow MUST be a rest day.
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I was gonna tackle Pittock today but my legs will not let me. I have the peripheral excuse of no clean shorts.
It’s criminal to ride less than 40mi/day in this weather.
– New Dad