I met Alicia on the way in to dress for the ride; then looked at the thermometer and smiled. Well above the normal 40 F I've seen before so many times. I almost left off the long sleeves, but thought better of it.
Out onto the open sunny road. Dry. Nothing in the way. Little traffic, even. I was having fun. . . and on my way!!
Standard way over Hillside, without the tearing wind, down the hill across the old Eric Canal, around the RR crossing to cross the Mohawk R. around the Sunnyside, Wash, then Cuthbert. And the turn off to Vly and whipping up onto 147 turning left at Stewart's Shops, climbing Ridge. Slow going but better than the last time, when I actually wheezed. Once on top, I veered left again to go down Rector past our North Carolina origined chemist, thence out onto the 5.
Next stop: trip up the hill on Gower. It was the next one over, minimum of 5. What else?
Up Gower, with its wandering around was fun. I revisited in my mind the great flat tire moment of Michael. Whizzing along, I struggled up some standing, some uphill sections I sat down through the entire hike. I went to Sanders, to L onto Washout. All the way down. I am drinking a mouthful after each climb. Sailing down the wind and grade.
I have to hoof it west to the next--Johnson. It's a pull and I end up at the top around 1:10. I'm back down at 1:13 and it's a slightly downwind trip on 5. Into Scotia, past Adirondack Bicycle, and it's closing in on the time for the training session, but I could care less. I'm cooking. The road is sailing past. I feel strong.
That will change on Sunday, Battenkill day.
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