I went out at around 9:30 as it is supposed to be 90 and humid today. My legs are still not feeling that great since my climbing adventure to the berkshires. I rode Tuesday and felt dead and my speeds were way off. Yesterday I did landscaping, moving and lifting about 10 50 lb. concrete squares and spreading mulch. So today i decided on a very short and slow ride. I rode up Strawberry Hill, which isn't really that hard for me anymore and into Carlisle, back up the hill on 225, and then back down Cross St. to Lowell Rd. and home. I knew I was dragging; my average was just under 15 for 13.4 miles. It was a ride with a lot of climbing, but the heat just got to me. And, tomorrow we have to lead a 32 mile ride at 10 AM... I am not looking forward to it.
About an hour ago my doorbell rang. I thought it was the Fed Ex guy, but it kept ringing, so I ran downstairs and lo and behold, there was my son, on leave from the Marines! He had taken off from San Diego to camp in Colorado and then hopped the red eye to Boston last night. He called my older son at 5 AM to pick him up at the airport, but he couldn't get a ride to Concord, so he took the train from my other son's office. He wanted to surprise me, so he walked the 4 miles from the train station. I was really in a state of shock!