Finally, two days in a row of some decent road-work.
Tuesday did 2 and a half hours. Base work, 40x16, 17. Piano piano. Felt stuck to the road. Man oh man, I've got a long way to go this year to get it back. Two little climbs and the heart rate skied, despite lowering the gears. No whining though i made this bed. Just have to get the miles in and be patient.
They're predicting big snow again tonight-tomorrow, so I figured I'd better get some miles in while the roads are still passable. As the Flandria left the driveway, it was grey, cold and clear... but I wasn't 200 meters up the road before the weather started to change. St. Charly of the deluge and Lady Rain were laughing.
39 degrees F. Flag-snapping wind, close to the kind I remember by the Zee in Zandvoort. Raining more on than off. Even some sleet and hail at one point. My kind of weather!
The hour or so out was straight into a wind tunnel. Gusts were blowing debris leaves and stuff all over the road, could barely spin a 40x17. Felt like a fred. Too much chocolate, carbs, beer. Too little winter willpower. Uggh... Stayed aerobic though, patient, easy.
Back with the tailwind was better, spanking it along. Decided to do more. In the rain. In the sleet. In the zone. The long way home looping south to Barrington. Along Nyatt by the ocean where the big view over the bay to the southwest showed darker skies looming. Only sound was flags snapping from the gusts off the sea. Turned back into the wind to ride home. Add some more? Sure, why not. Ended up doing about 3 hours. Felt like I could have kept going another hour, but had stuff to do.
Hot shower. Yogurt, a small salad, tea. Legs up, and back to the laptop and work. Feels good to start behaving like a bike rider again.
Hope we don't get too much snow.