Weather was decent today here in Oregon, so planned a ride with a buddy. Met at the Rogue Hopyards (so we could recover-nutrate ourselves with good Rogue beer at the end of the ride), and before we started the buddy noticed a mechanical issue. Crap. Solo ride.
We had planned a metric century, so I started that direction. Man, after warming up I was riding fast! That sure didn't last long...
By mile 25, the low battery light was flashing. It was a 40 round trip I took, wisdom winning for once, and the last three miles were torture. But there was beers and a burger waiting, so I toughed it out.
Wow. In the summer, a 100 miler was really pretty trivial if I hydrated well. Then in September, I went to riding with my wife on weekends, to help here prep for a 45 miler, her first organized ride. Sick and off the bike two and a half weeks in November. Many too many beers in December. I am officially a wannabe again.
Never thought it would have faded this fast - I commute at least 3 days per week, and have two good climbs to deal with every day on the way home. At least I got calibrated. I will certainly push harder on the commutes home, and will hit the trainer harder this week. Still want to get the 62 miles next Saturday, since it is my last chance for a January century, unless I measure in meters instead of miles/kilometers. But man oh man, at 53 years old, it goes away quick!!!