I forgot to stop to take a photo of the less than ideal weather. yesterday’s warm morning had me expecting more of the same today, but when I stepped outside, the ground was draped in water and a fine drizzle was in the air. I went back into the house to grab my rain shell, and to ditch my gloves. there’s nothing worse than the feeling of wet paper towels on your hands when you’re trying to ride. the wet toes, feet, and ankles were inevitable. time to settle in to a cautious morning ride.
one of the plus sides to riding in the wet is the empty roads. less runners, a lot less cyclists, and surprisingly, less traffic early on. as I rode up to the bridge, there were two mission cycling guys waiting at the fork. not the best morning to be sitting out, waiting for other people to show up for a ride, that’s for sure. the knee was feeling significantly better, and as I kept riding, the soreness was still there, but definitely not as bad as last week, or even a couple days ago. thank you, bike gods (and the magical powers that fall into the category of copious amounts of stretching).
I saw vidal riding out in marin as well, which was awesome – initially I passed him, and as I did, he called out to me. he pulled up beside me and I finally realized it was him. power intervals, out to the top of camino alto and back. hope you had a safe ride!
on my way back, I had the best 29er random drafter guy. one of the best to date. I passed him on the bridge coming back into the city, and from there to to the edge of the marina, he was stuck on my rear wheel. rear rain fender and all.
oh, wednesdays…












