A 30-mile dirt road ride with roughly 5 feet of elevation gain should not be a big deal. And it’s NOT. Unless you’re a fat moron, recovering from an ankle sprain, who has been on his bike exactly 3(?) times in the past four weeks and waited until the hottest and windiest time of the day to ride his bike.
But, that’s what happened; c’est la vie.
The past summer has been rough for a multitude of reasons. Most of that painful miserableness has been documented here in recent posts. So, let’s move on, finally.
Time in the saddle has been nearly non-existent over the past month or so. Shit weather, some hours in the bike shop, family schedules, soccer matches, appointments, and an ongoing sprain in my foot has me spending way more time in the gym lifting heavy things for no reason rather than outside on my bike.
My life, am I right?
