I have to tell you, this morning was one of those mornings you live for. I knew the second I opened the garage door, this was going to be a great ride. The weather was perfect! In fact, I was so excited to get on the bike, I rode off without realizing I was without my mirror! I noticed very quickly, so it was only a matter of circling around the block to get it. Back on the road, I had one of the most enjoyable morning commutes in a long time. It surely made up for yesterday morning. Besides the flat tire, all day I felt like I had "something" coming on. I was kind of achey and felt like I was running a little rough.
Yesterday afternoon, on the commute ride home, I hooked up with a friend of mine. He works in San Bernardino and has been cycle-commuting for awhile, too. I had previously altered my commute route to go past his place of work, hoping to make the connection some day. The problem is; he's halfway home for me and we get off of work at about the exact same time. Ordinarily, when I get to his place, he's already home, or almost. We planned in advance that he would take his time getting off work and changed for the ride, then he would back track until we met up. I should say that my friend is a longtime cyclist, previously owned his own shop and was, in fact, who I bought my first recumbent from. He's primarily a mountain biker, but is known to ride road bikes and loves fixed gear bikes. We met up as planned and had a nice ride. When we got to where the road climbed a little, he began to make me work a little harder than I ordinarily do on this stretch. I hung on just fine on my 40 pound commuter, but began running out of gas after awhile. I backed off and dropped back a little as we neared our turn south. I caught my second wind at some point and hung on for the rest of the ride. I was feeling pretty spent when I got home, but mixed up my jungle juice recovery drink, cooled off a little and felt pretty good again. It occured to me that going harder than I really wanted to must have cleared my pipes and whatever was ailing me seems to have gone away. I rode strong this morning and when we hooked up again this afternoon, I had no problem keeping pace and in fact, pulled most of the way. What a difference a day makes and what a difference a good, hard ride makes.
Mark