Yesterday I went for a ride around town with the fiance, and then decided that it was just too beautiful outside to get back in the car to go to work. I left my car at her parent's house and rode the couple of miles to work, conveniently forgetting that I had a 16 hour shift ahead and wouldn't goet off of work until 730 this morning. The ride to work was amazing. It was a perfect day and the ride was mostly downhill. By the time morning came around I was tired and decided that I didn't want to directly confront the steep uphill back to may car. I didn't really think about the fact that I would have to cover the same elevation change whether I did it in half a mile or three miles. I went for the three miles and had one of the most hellacious rides of my life. The morning was actually quite beautiful, but was much colder than I had anticipated. So I was cold, tired, and had three miles of climbing to do. By the time I got home I was ready for bed, but was oddly looking forward for the potential chance to ride in again next weekend.