wednesday night nail

Our regular wednesday night group ride -which has not happened in several weeks and has only two participants- went down tonight.  Okay, it is by no means regular and certainly not a group ride, but usually it is me setting the pace on some dirt, feeling good and not worrying about the effort being too difficult.  In ways, I have gotten used to being the hammer.  Tonight I was the nail; suffering big time.  Like every hill was a big effort, and I hid my gasps for breath between mindless statements only spoken to present the image that I was not trying.  Fortunately for me there was an ongoing mechanical happening we called it at around two hours.  I'm glad.  It hurt.

I felt like my moccasin- beaten and tattered.  One more week of riding bikes before a break during a week in Florida with the fam preceding a Costa Rica trip with the babe. 
Ah, the fruits of working my rear off all summer...