I had a good day today!
I went 56 miles, at something like 13.5 MPH, more importantly I felt great, had an awesome time, blasted a stretch of highway that was ten miles long at something like 20mph, and wasn't wrecked when I got home. My first half century (Well, since the 90s) was just a few weeks ago, and I was wasted afterwards. Last Saturday I went 50 miles and climbed something like 3,200 and didn't die, although I was fully spent. But today I was, well by my current standards anyway, fast. I hammered several long flats. I topped a hill, into the wind at around the 40th mile at 17mph, for a 46 year old, who's now just about 262, down from 280, I was thrilled. Life is good, keep on spinning.