Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. That was how my day started. One “ow” for each step down the stairs (there are lucky 13) in honor of the glorious pain my hamstrings, quads and especially calves are shouting with each forward movement. Morning #2 after the race is the worst when it comes to soreness, I mull through the deafening roar of pain-oids coursing through my legs. Looks like a perfect day for a ride!
There’s a small contingent of cyclists at the office that have joined up with another riding group from a nearby engineering firm. Both offices happen to be close to my home (extra bonus!) and rides are Tuesdays and Thursdays at 12:15pm for about an hour. Today, I join the fellas for the first time.
There was a little confusion about whether Tuesday or Thursday is the harder ride, until we learned later that today was supposed to be chill-out-no-drop day. Well, I heard that mentioned early on, but I think the main drivers missed that point. We end up splitting the field, but I’m just sitting in and taking the occasional pull, so don’t go blaming me for the carnage.
It was a little tough getting rolling on the stiff legs, but true to form, after a good 45 minutes or so, I was nice and warmed up. Then we were practically done and I felt ready for another 3 hours. No such luck, though, there is billable work to do! Later, the endorphins wore off and I feel stiff again, but still waaaay better than this morning. Like I said, it was a great day for a ride.