This weather is really something. Thursday we had snow. Yesterday's group ride started out with the temperature in the upper 50s and patches of leftover snow in the roadside shadows. This morning I awoke to a pre-dawn temperature in the 60s, an overcast sky, and a humid south wind. It's not surprising that I was practically the only person on the levee. As often happens, the cold water of the Mississippi was blanketed with a thick layer of fog. Apparently, so was my brain. Perhaps it was the weather creeping into my bones, but I've felt heavy and achy and unfocused all day. I guess there's also a chance that I'm feeling the effects of yesterday's ride, or maybe just the delayed consequence of having fallen on my ass while trying to pull a new ground wire from a fifty year old outlet box to a water pipe down in the basement. In the dark. While standing on an empty paint can.
Soooo, anyway, I did make it out for an hour's recovery ride this morning on the aforementioned vacant levee bike path. I never could get into a rhythm, though. I'd find myself gradually speeding up for a few miles, and then I'd sit up and coast for a while. I should probably call them "recovery intervals" and write an article for VeloNews about the newest top-secret training method and sell everyone special GPS-enabled interval timers that they can only buy from me. It wasn't helping that my bottom bracket has recently developed a creaking noise, apparent each time I push down with either foot. So I guess I'll have to take that apart for a look-see pretty soon and just hope it's something that a little grease and Loctite will take care of.
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