I was very disciplined about this week’s rest day yesterday. That is to say, time spent vertical was nearly zero. That takes a great deal of effort and strategic line ups of entertainment and purring kittens.
The hard “work” paid off in that I woke up ready to go today — a big ride. Not big by former standards but in the realm of current events, I wanted to shoot for 20.
It’s fall enough to layer, all leaves and wood smoke…and rain. There is no better surefire way to GUARANTEE that it will sprinkle or pour, than to get on our bikes at the same time.
However. Oregonians do not melt in the rain. This is verging on scientific law.
They may have a tiny bit of melting around mile 18 of 21.35, of the melting-down variety. It’s HARD. Fighting a compromised system is hard. This ride was athletically, literally, all I could do. I suppose I know where the limit is then — I found it in the left ear of the elephant route.
And, yay. Did it. Home. So yup, I think we did win the race.