Sunday’s race has been taking a toll. Perhaps the heat too has led to a general feeling of lethargy. My legs weren’t sore from the race, but my arms and back are still. I think these solo efforts, getting up early, racing, driving home are partly to blame. Its hard to recover well when you have to stay awake and seated in an uncomfortable position for 3 hours after a race. But enough bitching and whining, I’ll probably do it again this weekend. The state road race is in Lancaster on Saturday and I might use it to make my return to skinny wheels for the year.
In more exciting news, I finally bought my tickets to Europe for August. I’ve been playing with different ways to do the trip and settled on the multi-destination route: State College to Detroit to Paris to Glasgow to Aviemore (by train) to Glasgow (by train) to Amsterdam to Detroit to State College. Alas, my stay in Amsterdam will only afford me a tour of the inside of the airport, but its a nice airport and has a casino. I leave August 17th and return September 4th, though I will likely be working for the week between PBP and worlds since it looks like the rest of the boys will be heading straight home. And frankly, a few days of not riding will probably be in order.
Yesterday I scraped myself out of my chair at work and headed out for a spin on the IF. I’d been running on empty all day, but after 2 ours in the saddle I started to finally feel better and my brain started to wake up. I rode out 26, over to Pine Swamp, up Laurel Run and back out through the Gap. Kind of a mind numbing ride on a single speed, but it worked well to shake to cobwebs off. After dinner I headed over to the hood to join Strauber and AccuJoe in watching Discovery’s mountain tactics implode on the final climb into Briancon. Popovych is an animal though, they should have just let him bridge up to Soler and challenge him for the stage win, that kid earned it.
