My Huffin' & Puffin' First Ride Of The Year Day!
Each season, before I can start riding normally, I always have to get past one physical and psychological challenge:
My very first ride around the block.
I am always amazed that my SECOND ride can be twenty miles and feel effortless, as this damned FIRST ride always almost kills me. Anyway, today was the day I brought my bike up from the basement and took it for a spin. By half-way around the corner, I was begging for mercy and cringing from the pain in my calves and the shortness of breath in my lungs.
Tomorrow's ride will be an entirely different story, as if today never happened and I never stopped riding in the Fall. Weird, isn't it? Or does anybody ELSE have the same experience each year?