Looks like storms coming. I'm not looking at the weather forecast, I'm not looking at the radar, I don't want to rethink my plans and not be doing the "ride"
62 miles of gravel travel later.
Good ride, didn't push the pace. My legs didn't exactly feel cement filled like Mr. H.L. the Minniesoda bullet has been currently experiencing, but more like mud filled. So I worked on just keeping the pace steady. Just wasn't the zip in the legs. However yesterday I went in a hour and a half early, worked through lunch, and stayed over 2 hours late finishing up the annual stack emissions testing for the EPA/DNR requirements. It was worth the effort because we got done a day early. But a bit of zip and zap was sacrificed.
At 32 miles I woofed down a couple of Pop Tarts, washed down with a Diet Mountain Dew, some caffeine and carbs let me pick up the pace a bit.
Discovered this weapon of mass destruction in the small town of Dyersville.
It's funny how the mind works sometimes. I'm pedaling past thousands of beautiful wild flowers, and I have this two second flash thought. I'm going to capture these in a picture, print out a glossy high quality photograph, frame and give to my mama who loves wild flowers. Then like an anvil dropped out of the sky on your heart, my memory returns and remembers mama is gone. I think sad for a few moments, and force myself to change my thoughts, and ride away. I smile later and think mama can see em anyway. It's funny how a mind works sometimes.
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