Pay close attention, friend, to what your father tells you;
never forget what you learned at your mother’s knee.
Here’s how I spent Sunday*:
I went for a really nice 65-mile bike ride midmorning through midafternoon. Here’s the route.
The guy I rode with is a Cat 4 racer, and could pretty easily have left me far behind — and did on all the hills, which is where I’ve had the most dramatic decrease in riding fitness — but mostly kept it to a “mellow” pace (for him) that I could maintain well enough. It was a gorgeous day for a ride, the first day since last summer I got out when it was sunny and above 50°, and the route and company were exactly what I was looking for. I got home feeling exhilarated. I haven’t gotten in a good long ride in quite a while, and this ride scratched that itch perfectly. It reminded me why I like riding, something I was starting to lose sight of through all the rainy, windy days of riding solo very, very slowly.