I was feeling a little deprived this morning after yesterday's wash-out of the training race, so I was kind of glad to see Rob in the group on his intensely lettered Argon time trial bike with its handlebars practically scraping the front wheel. The winds were quite calm, for a change, and the small group that started out picked up riders all along the way until we had at least ten in the paceline. A few of us, including Rob and Mark, were pushing the pace just a bit, keeping it around the 24mph mark, give or take, and I found myself drafting Rob most of the time. Since I was looking for a little extra work anyway, this worked out pretty well, and by the time I finally peeled off to head home I felt like I'd gotten in a decent enough workout. Drafting Rob when he's on his TT bike can be a challenge, even for someone as small as I. From behind I can barely see his head because his bars are set so low. This must be kind of what if feels like for normal people when they're behind me in a paceline.
The right ankle and foot are still tinged in purple and I'm still being cautious with them, especially when walking or riding out of the saddle, but as long as I'm seated I don't feel much discomfort, at least for the first hour or so. The ribs still hurt, but only when I breathe. It sure takes a long time for all this old grizzle and bone to mend.
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