Like any of you were waiting with baited breath anyway...
Fun ride last night. Sort of slow until we got to Gator, then the pace picked up. A few took off. A few rode slowly (me). Shockingly, those who took off actually waited on 302.
Once the group re-assembled, and even though the call of "No Shenanigans" had gone out early in the ride, all hell broke loose. A 55kmh run down into South Congaree quickly turned into a 65kmh chase of a very fast LBS owner.
How do I know we were going 65kmh? Well, I was in my 52/12, turning 120rpm, and kept hitting the button. Unfortunately, there were just no more gears, and no more leg speed.
Thankfully, clearer heads prevailed, and the pace came back down to a reasonable level.
And it was HOT last night. 94 when I left, and 91 when I hit the door @ 8:15. The humidity was high as well.
Once we got to the P.O. sprint, I turned it off...way off...
It was the first truly "Summer" ride, and I paid for it a little bit. Once back to Service Course, I crushed a bottle of ice cold San Pellegrino like it was my job.
Hot shower? No thanks!
I didn't even re-heat dinner. Cold chicken and brussels sprouts were just fine.
The "active rest week" reset seems to be going fine. Ride easy Saturday and Sunday...
And I usually despise those run along side pros on a climb while those pros are suffering 1000 deaths, but this is a pretty cool video from the Zoncolon at the Giro.
Nice to see that some of the pro-dogs are good natured dudes.
Later...I'm outside, and it's humid. Time to go back inside...
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