Recovery

After Saturday's ride I might have been well advised to make Sunday a recovery day, but to be honest, my legs didn't feel all that bad, so I took off for the Lakefront Giro Ride anyway. Out at the lake I met up with the group and noticed it was unusually small. This was both good and bad. On the good side, it meant that the available horsepower in the group would be somewhat limited. On the bad side, it also meant that the available draft would likewise be limited. At least we had a lot of NOBC riders there, along with Mike on his handlebar-less bike and Bret who was taking it easy on us.

I was still feeling OK as we narrowly missed getting run over by a car on Paris Road as it tried to pass the group on the right because the group was in the left lane -- until someone yelled "car back" and half the group moved over right in front of the understandably bewildered driver. Sheesh. Guys, you really need to stay in ONE lane, preferably the right one. The pace was reasonably fast, but also quite steady on Sunday, so it wasn't until we were halfway back that my lack of recovery really started to catch up with me. In fact, it not only caught up with me, it rolled right over me. I made one final effort up the Seabrook bridge and after that I was done, as in "well done." I limped home at about 12 mph, nibbling on what was left of a nasty PowerBar that I must have gotten at a race somewhere (hopefully this season rather than last) because I would never in a million years buy a "cookies and cream" Powerbar.

So by Sunday night I knew that Monday would have "recovery day" written all over it. Since I had my final Jury Duty day on Monday, I took the opportunity to skip my morning ride and sleep an extra hour before making the ride down to mid-city. I had a meeting that I really didn't want to miss scheduled for the afternoon, and so the person behind the desk told me "OK, I'll take care of you." Over the next three hours they called about 75 people, none of them me. At 12:30 there was only one court that might still need a jury, so they called out fifty names and the rest of us were finally free. So I was back in the office after a quick lunch and all was well.