Battle!

This morning's long levee ride was a battle. A battle against the stiff North wind that came with the little cool front last night. A battle to stay near the front of the rather large group in order to get a little draft and be on the right side of the inevitable split that the first crosswind section would bring. A battle just to get on the bike with that same dull headache and legs that haven't seen hard work for two weeks.

I have decided that if these bacteria want to live here in my head, then they're just going to have to deal with the training rides too. It's either them or me, and I think the Amoxicillin may finally be getting enough penetration to do a little good.

So the first part of this morning's ride felt like the first part of a race. The pace was fairly fast, the wind was blowing people around, gaps were opening. It wasn't too long before the group rotating at the front started to dwindle, and by the time we hit the parish line four of us had separated from the rest of the group. I knew that with the wind, few of them would do the whole ride today. Whenever we have a north wind like this, it seems like you fight it both coming and going. There's a bit more tailwind on the way out than the way back, but mostly you've got either a headwind or a crosswind. About a mile before the Luling bridge I sat up and let the other three go. I had a feeling I'd need my energy for the return trip. As it turned out, of the whole rest of the group only Bob had continued on, so for most of the return trip we had five instead of four, which was nice, but not everyone was going all the way back today and by the end it was just Todd, Bob and me. My legs were feeling pretty good, but I know they will probably be sore. That good feeling was just because they were fresher than usual, not stronger.

I decided to take the Volvo over to Dallas, so please light a few candles!