I'll start.
DH, GF and I went up to OK to ride in the magnolia tour ride. A small ride of about 100 people. I misjudged the time and we wound up being really early, so we registered and spectated at the variety of people, most notable award went to a guy on a hybrid with baskets and a carton of cigarettes in them. He rode in sandals, cutoff khakis, an odd looking helmet, and, of course, a cigarette. My livestrong bracelet nearly caught fire spontaneously just watching. DH has been off the bike since we returned from Ca except to try (again) mountain biking with me (he is new to it) where he ran into a tree within in the first 100 yards and bruised (badly) his ribs...or he is just being a baby. Not sure which. But it put him off his bike for three weeks except for a whiny ride with me earlier this week and a few laps at the track. I, on the other hand, have been busting my butt with intervals and spin and strength training.
Off we go, my GF is a good rider, having done ironman tris in a former life. We usually pedal the same speed, she is better on the flats and I outclimb. So it works ok. DH was off like a shot at the front of the "mass" start. Good roads, nice support, well marked route. We cruised the first 20 miles in just under an hour, including a rest stop for about 5 minutes. And then we turned around. The wind was brutal coming back, sometimes a cross wind, for a long stretch, a headwind. GF and I took turns on the front. DH passed us before we turned around, waved to me that he was OK (he was supposed to be taking it easy to to the ribs), and went on, which is fine with me. He is hard to paceline with, so both of us prefer to let him go ahead.
I felt terrible on the way home. My legs were tired, and the headwind made the gentle grades seem as bad as the mountains I just came from. And I was irritated that my spin was off. I got back to the parking lot in just under 3 hrs for 40 miles. It took us twice as long to get home (of course, we stopped briefly twice). And my back was killing me, my right foot hurt, and my left hand. No idea why. To make it worse, DH was waiting, where he happily told me he had been there for an hour. AN HOUR. He wasn't complaining, he was happy with his ride. I was irritated, having had a bad ride after working my butt off and he had ridden great while partially crippled and off form. UGH.
Oh well. At least it wasn't a longer ride. Prolonging the agony and such.