Jim P. and I executed 113 miles yesterday, based tightly on the New Kent Harvest Festival Classic with my own bad navigation thrown in. We were fast, dangerously fast, even with the rain thrown in at the end. Mothers were pulling their children off the street and giving us looks.
Today I planned a 45 mile recovery ride followed by a 28 mile group fast ride out of Hanover Courthouse. Well, for some reason that 45 mile recovery ride turned into a 45 mile time trial--I think I was just trying to stay warm in the cold and wind--and I pretty much blew myself up before the fast ride even got started. I came home for a beer and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich instead. Lesson learned. I struggle to manage my pace down under certain conditions (solo and cold), and that won't work when I'm doing 700 miles per week. I'm also ready for it not to be wet and cold. Today, I perpetrated a ten minute rant against the weather gods for messing with my training as I fought the wind down an endless stretch of Frog Level Road. They seemed unimpressed.
Tomorrow I'm planning the Lake Anna Century Classic under warm and sunny skies. Mess with me, weather gods. I dare you.
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