On the ride over to the Res. everything seemed good enough. Spinning well. The air was damp from the fringe of the storm blasting the Mid-Atlantic states, and there was a cold wind blowing from the North. Combined these two forces made the 23 F air seem colder than it should. But I'd be in the protection of the woods soon, so no worries.
First rise of any significance, first road rise that is, and I'm out of the saddle giving it all I got.
For the tiny gear I'm running, that mole hill really seemed like a mountain.
Get into the woods, where the hills are actually steep, and have snow on them and I've got nothing.
I've only been riding for a half hour and my stomach is rumbling.
I stop for a bit, take a drink. Get rolling again, feel a little better, until I actually have to get up and over anything.
I try and just ride easy the rest of the loop, but I don't have the energy and take an alternate, bailout route back to the black top. I can barely pull the front wheel up over a speed bump.
I had great ambitions for this weekend, but they ain't happening today.
Going to put in some horizontal time with a book, shove some calories in my pie hole and hope for the best.
If I don't feel somewhat rejuvenated tomorrow, I think I'm going to take a week off.
On a more positive note, we're mere moments away from Thom, James, and Monte representing for the Northeast out at SSUSA. Give 'em hell boys, I'm rooting for ya!