I know, I know. After all that complaining about the crappy weather over the last month and a half, how could I possibly be thankful for a cold snap?! I’ll explain:
Friday was a day off riding for bowling.
Saturday was fairly easy, but decently long for this early in the season. It was also awesomely beautiful as weather goes. Cool at the start, but it warmed up quick and it turned out to be a fantastic day for a bike ride – best this year.
Sunday was spectacular and another long ride. I spent a lot of time up front and got busted by my wife for pushing the pace too hard on Sunday Funday toward the end. I was good and tired when we pulled into the driveway… then I took my daughter to play a couple of games of tennis. Then I went bowling. My friends, I slept good that night.
Monday was supposed to be an easy day, but no. My buddy, Chucker apparently doesn’t have an “active recovery” gear. After we spoke about meeting up and he made me promise him it was going to be an “enjoy the sun and surroundings” kind of easy day so we could save some for Tuesday, he proceeded to hammer it after an easy first few miles. And I followed suit, because I’m not going to take it easy if he isn’t… (chuckle). We ended up with better than a 19-mph average.
Then Tuesday was brutal hard, but with a relatively mild (average) temperature, it was worth showing up for the club ride. The wind was horrible – right up until we were supposed to get the payoff tailwind… We fought cross headwinds for thirteen miles, during which it started looking gnarly off to the west. I decided that, rather than go for the full 30 miles, I’d cut off at the river and take a six mile shortcut to try to beat the coming rain. At first I could feel the cross-tailwind pushing me along quite well – 23-mph up a long hill was relatively easy. Then I had to head north with a crosswind for a few miles at 21-23 – and then I hit what was supposed to be the glorious tailwind section and as the clouds blew in, the wind died down by about half (from 18-mph to 10-mph). Still, 22-25-mph was manageable and with the skies darkening all the time, I was spurred on to time-trial it home.
While it did sprinkle a time or two, it wasn’t bad enough to wet the pavement. I beat the rain by a little better than 30 seconds.
So, my friends, by the time Wednesday rolled around and I’d been riding fairly hard, four days in a row, I was beat. My legs hurt and I was tired. I needed an easy day to bring some life back into my legs, and I got it in the form of a cold front that blew in. It was windy, a little nasty, and we were due some snow. I rode on the trainer last night and it was good. I changed wheels, picked an easy gear (third hardest) and just settled in for a 45 minute spin. It’s amazing how much better my legs feel today – and we got some snow last night so I’ll be able to ride the trainer again tonight – because this weekend is going to be hectic again. Spring temps are back and we’ll be crushing it.