I went out for a ride yesterday evening… Nothing special, I always go for a ride after work during the week. There were more than a dozen other reasons that did make it special though.
First, the sun was out. Second, the wind was out of the… hell, it was so light I don’t even remember where it was coming from. And it was ten degrees warmer than Tuesday evening.
So here’s the deal; I rode hard(ish) on Monday, Tuesday was the club ride so that was all-in fast, that meant? Yes, Wednesday should be a recovery ride. There are two operative words in that sentence and they are not italicized. “Should be”.
Maybe it was the warmth, maybe it was the fact that I didn’t have to wear a cap under my helmet… or maybe it that I only needed one layer of clothing instead of the normal three.
Who knows, dude.
I spent one or two hundred yards at 18 mph and thought, “I can turn this up a bit, this too easy”. Never mind that the whole idea of a recovery ride is to be easy. No, I mean it, never mind that.
So 14 miles in, almost home, I look down and I’m just shy of a 20 mph average. Oops. Then, of all things, something dripped down from my brow onto the lens of my shades… It couldn’t have been rain, the sun was out. It happened again. I was confused. Confounded. Baffled. Perplexed!
I’m still befuddled a bit but I think it may have been… sweat?!
Anyway, living so close to Flint, I had a testing kit handy so I squeezed out the pads in my helmet and shipped it off to be tested.
…and it gets warmer as the week goes on! I’m a little more than fired up. ‘Bout time. Ride hard my friends. I’ve got so many miles planned for the rest of this weekend, I wouldn’t be surprised if I ended up over 250.