This week has not been the greatest for riding. Right now I am having trouble even remembering what the hell I did. I know Monday I did nothing. Tuesday.... I yeah I did NOTHING because of having to wait for the dryer repair dude, but hey I did get to have "lunch" with Wifey so that rocked. Wednesday it freaking stormed and I was driven to the trainer. YES! The trainer and it was remarkably good. Heart rate was up, a sweat was had, and a bunch of calories were burned. Thursday I FFFFFFFFINALLLLLLLLLLY got to ride. Yeah!
It was sooo much cooler than it has been. It was the weird combination of being cool but still humid as a fat woman's fromundahboob. About 20 minutes into the ride it started to mist, then nothing... then it pissed down rain and I couldn't have given a big ass shit. After the heat and humidity we've had a good raid soaked ride was just what the velo-psychotherapist ordered.
The roads were fine, the dirt/gravel was tacky and my mind was clear. It's funny what being cooped up inside for three days will do for you.
Lunch was a nice piece of grilled chicken, some spinach and a few "cheat" olives for love.
Thursday night I met up with my friends for Small Plates at The Brass. Conversation was great, the beer was good, but my Kale Chips were a lot to be desired. Boo!
The walk home was damp, hazy and filled with random car tires. Nice.
Saturday I MAY race the 6 Hours of Ithaca. Or I might not. The thought of racing a 5.5 mile course for 6 hours makes me want to shoot myself in the face. So I may end up at another trail just busting out some miles on some other local singletrack.
Gotta split, need to drink a beer and throw some turkey burgs on the grill.