Cause apparently I didn't get enough riding in at the race...

Before the race on Sunday, I had decided that I should also do a long ride on Monday for back to back solid days to prep for Intermontane. I knew I'd find any and all excuses not to ride so I decided to invite friends so I'd have to go.

It worked. When the time came, I was not looking forward to getting out there but knowing Big Ring was going to be waiting for me at Gamelin, I started to get ready.

I looked out the window at the grey sky, wondering if it was going to rain or not. The weather network was waffling all day...yes its going to rain...oops no, its not...wait, maybe it will...okay maybe it won't. A more appropriate forecast would have been: "UNCLE! We have no idea what is going to happen."

I can see why the weather network was so confused because obviously the weather itself was confused. One minute we'd have a sunny downpour, next minute black skies, then sunny skies, and repeat...but in a random order.

We did a loop of the park. I felt pretty good for the first bit; my legs seemed to be okay with the situation. However, this seemed to change as the ride continued. They began to hurt somewhere on Fortune and got progressively worse on the way back down from Champlain. We were supposed to meet Mark back at Gamelin for another there and back to Champlain but I'll admit I did an enthusiastic fist pump when we saw him at the top of pinks. woot, I wouldn't be climbing pinks twice!

The rest of the ride was pretty hard. My whole body ached at this point. I was really glad I had the company of the boys because I would have given up much earlier. Big 'ol rest day today.