last weeks supposed solo training camp proved to be nothing more than something like twenty three hours in the saddle. sounds pretty ordinary. the work week kept me busy. the weather kept me on my toes. the ship came in, first meghan then jesse w/ t-da still mia. i am envious of meghan's tales of eighty degree sun. to add insult to injury, jesse goes on about his three hour climbs and this thing i like to do, mountain biking.
easter found the sorry sight of me getting dragged around by jesse for the first century of the season, me in an all out bonk fight. with fairly mild temps we explored westward towards arena before looping south to blue mounds. we took the t-da route turning north east to a figure eight north of cross plains. otto kerl in full effect. we managed to get by with only a few little flurries before the snow came once again.
today's threats of rain held out and i managed to get out on the favorite ride in my arsenal. a quarter of the four hours were spent mashing into a thirty plus mph headwind. aside from that, the scenery and route were top notch. clear roads and some solid tail wind on the way in. still no pics but hopefully i'll have a new charger soon.