About that arms race....
Finding my 37 miler to be not too much of a stretch, and eager to pile on the miles as to beat the Glorious Comrades to the major milestones, I road a 47 miler this Saturday. I expected to be shot for the rest of the day, but on Sunday.....no aches or pains, the legs felt fine. I just felt like globally warmed dog crap. After my family activities, I laid down to take a little nap and woke up four hours later. This AM wasn't much better. It wasn't until 11 AM that I began to feel like part of humanity, and then it was the mutant part that lives underground and only comes out late at night, the forerunner of the Morlocks, if you will.
So....
1) Don't get carried away out there, fellers. I'm in pretty decent shape for my age but I think I came real close to overdoing it. Don't think you can pick up your new bike and ride up Mt. Mitchell in just three months of riding.
2) You Glorious Comrades are kicking my butt. I admit it.
3) And just when do I feel really really good as a result of all this fine conditioning I'm getting?
Last edited by The Weak Link; 06-11-07 at 12:21 PM.
Reason: messed up the title