April is NOT the cruelest month. For me, that would be March.
Well, OK, After Thanksgiving and the Holidays, it's all kind of shot.
Too, February wasn't so great, what with that trip down to Boca, and all.
And all? And all the freakin' rain!
It was a La Nina on the coast this year... supposed to be a light rain year. Did someone forget to tell the rain? That's OK, though, we really, really, REALLY needed it.
But, yeah, back to March. Mrs S has her birthday in March -as do I- and our first date was in March and, gosh, wouldn't it just be soooo romantic to get married in March and make it our month? And it's right after Valentine's Day, our personal National Holiday. Great idea! For the first 5 or 10 years then, frankly, the gift ideas run a little dry.
So the upshot is, pretty well zippo miles for December. Got over a hundred in Jan (yay me) and started rounding back into riding shape... then came February and March and, so, back to Mr Eliot. Wow! is it hard getting miles back in now after all of that sluggitude.
Funny thing, though, is that all that rest seems to have increased my strength (and, obviously, freshness) but my stamina has gone down the tubes. I'm keeping in the 10-15 mile ramge, right now and, boy, I am just turning over formerly "impossible" gears and keeping my cadence at 80-90 or so. Pacifica, north-to-south (and back, too, I suppose), is a series of short and long-ish rollers; some are pretty stiff but (thank you!) short. Some I am now hit in my big ring. I just pick up the pace as I approach and blast right up it. Some, I'm taking in the middle ring where I need the the 30T before. It's pretty awesome
. I am really pushing -I "hurt" when I get home, boy I am BEAT- and then I take a couple days off and go out and do it all again.
The bad part -and this is where I feel the lack of stamina- is I head out south, turn, and come back north. The winds right now have been in the 10-25 mph range right out of the north and into my face. After pushing the big ring all the way south, the wind coming back just crushes me. All I can do is settle into a pace and accept the slow progress back. I'll admit, it's not a whole lot of fun.
But it can't help but make me stronger, right?