It's now 5:30 Sunday morning and I'm downing my traditional pre-ride breakfast, a bagel with peanut butter washed down with Gatorade. According to my trusty thermometer it's forty-five degrees outside, FORTY-FIVE DEGREES!!!!!! Am I the only one who asks himself at times like this "why do we do this?"
Part of me wants to climb back into bed and pull the covers up over my head, but my bike is already in the car and I guess my bed will still be waiting for me when I get home, so it's off to LeTort Park.