Got up all bound and determined to go forth conquering and to conquer on Saturday, but couldn't hack the nominal-17 (but-actually-20-plus-this-time
) pace. I ended up bailing on the club ride 20 miles in and more or less crawling home while trying to keep that last half-bottle of water down, a sweat-soaked monument to lack of mid-week miles perched atop a wobbly yellow bike.
Gotta make myself get out and turn the cranks more during the week, I don't care HOW hot it is up here!