It was the middle of the night when my old "talking" outdoor thermometer woke me up with an obviously incorrect alarm, repeating three times "the outdoor temperature it 28 degrees Fahrenheit." I don't know why it does that every now and then when its cold, but although it was probably about the coldest night we've had this year, 28 was completely impossible. When I finally awoke a few hours later, I noted the actual temperature - 38F - and thought for a while about my options. The temperature wasn't really a factor, but after yesterday's unexpected meltdown, a hard training ride didn't seem like such a great idea. So I dressed a little extra warmly, with knee-warmers and shorts under tights, just in case I decided I needed to back off the pace and ride alone.
So there were only three of us who showed up today. I guess a temperature in the 30s kept a few in bed this morning. We headed out at an easy 18 mph pace with a light tailwind, riding three-abreast so we could talk. I thought, "this is just what I needed today." About halfway out we saw Taylor, who had been riding toward us, turn around. He must have grossly overestimated our speed because we didn't catch him until the turnaround. He kept looking back over his shoulder for us, but for some reason just kept pushing. Anyway, we all rode back together, eventually starting up a paceline since by then the wind was starting to pick up a bit. Naturally, Taylor had his tasteless joke of the day: "Yesterday I got a gun for my wife. Best trade I've made all year." That one was about the same quality as the one Matt told me as we rode in from Saturday's Giro Ride: "What's brown and sticky? A stick." The legs felt good enough by the time I got home that I went ahead and called in for a spot in the evening Spin class.
Things at work have been pretty busy. One big proposal is about done, another is close, and maybe by next week I'll be able to get to some of the more routine things that should have been done a week ago.
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