That kind of sums up the past couple of days.
The weather here in eastern PA has been hit and miss for riding for the past week. But I did a MTB ride down at Wissa on Friday and to put it best it was "strange." I did an hour solo (before I meet Gary and Bud) and everything just felt wrong. The first three or four turns I overshot, my heartrate seamed high and I just felt like a "chorizo" as Bud put it. But I keep the sausage chugging along for two more hours after meeting the two Stooges, and things got a little better.
The Sat road ride was killed because of snow/wind so I meet Kirk for a couple beers and lunch at Ironhill and discussed both my loss of manhood and plans for a Sunday ride. The "loss of manhood" may have been worked out and a Sunday ride was planned.
Today's ride was a group of five down to Middle Run/White Clay, and even thou I was sporting a singlespeend things felt great.....Boring but great, we'll see how things are on the next "serious/working" ride....hopefully tomorrow morning, more on that that tomorrow......hopefully.