Yesterday's ride kicked my ass. Officially. Both literally and figuratively.
Short story: 119 miles from San Jose to Tres Pinos, just south of Hollister and back.
Didn't think about the fact that I would have a headwind on the way back. For 55 miles. Straight. And continually getting stronger as I go further north and later in the afternoon.
My legs right now are burning. The muscles are sore as hell, but somehow, it feels really good. That sense of accomplishment cannot be matched.
Short story: 119 miles from San Jose to Tres Pinos, just south of Hollister and back.
Didn't think about the fact that I would have a headwind on the way back. For 55 miles. Straight. And continually getting stronger as I go further north and later in the afternoon.
My legs right now are burning. The muscles are sore as hell, but somehow, it feels really good. That sense of accomplishment cannot be matched.
wyldesage:
Wow! I can't believe you rode that far! Nice!
dmac:
So have you ridden off into oblivion? Where'd ya disappear to? 