The weather around here has been changing faster than I can change clothes lately. This morning I went out perfectly attired to meet the Giro Ride, but I knew my pockets would soon be stuffed with discarded clothes. My original plan of doing Saturday's Baton Rouge cyclocross race had been rearranged when I got a request to officiate Sunday's 'cross race. I also needed to pick up The Wife from the Westin downtown in the afternoon, so I set my sights on Sundays cyclocross race and figured I'd do the NOBC club ride out to Fort Pike this morning. After a quick stop for coffee I met the Giro Ride group at Robert E. Lee Blvd. and was surprised how many riders were there. Since the NOBC group wasn't leaving for another fifteen minutes I decided to go ahead and ride with the Giro group out to Venetian Isles and then pick up the NOBC group when it came by later. It was a good plan. The Giro turned out to be pretty fast and so rather than sit around at Venetian Isles for twenty minutes or so, I started riding back down Chef Highway until I finally saw the group coming a few miles later.
The NOBC group had a good paceline going and with a nice little tailwind we made pretty good time out to Fort Pike. For a change, the view from the top of the bridge was great today. I was feeling pretty good, but by the time the odometer was reading 65 miles my legs were starting to feel the distance a bit. Later, a few of us stopped at Kona Cafe to eat. By the time I got home I had 90 miles on the computer and I had a feeling my legs were not going to be too happy about that cyclocross race on Sunday.


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