I decided I would ride to yoga this morning. It's at 9:30, so I figured I'd leave at 8:30, give myself plenty of time to get there, do a bit of clothing re-arranging, and relax. Well, I had a moment of wavering if I was going to ride, but decided I would. Didn't realize it was later than I thought. The real feel temperature was 37, despite it being 42 out, so I put my heavy tights on, over my commuter capris, that look like any other yoga pants. Wore my yoga top, a winter jersey, and my winter riding jacket. Didn't leave until 8:45, felt pressured, as the class fills up and people run in to get a spot. Somehow, the ride that felt so easy and fast a few weeks ago, felt tiring. The club is about a mile past my new condo, and the road to it is a hill (of course). Got there at 9:20, ran in with my bike, which I stored in a closet, and got to class with time to spare. However, it was crowded. And, I was sweaty. But class was good. On the way home, I did not wear the tights, and stopped at the condo, where DH was doing work, and left my jacket in the car. It was already 52 or so. Looked goofy with my winter shoes, Woolie-Bullys, etc with my capris, but it was not a fashion show. And, did I mention my heated gloves. I needed the highest setting for the ride there, but didn't need even the lowest for the way back.
I actually looked at my Garmin for my mileage totals. I've been keeping track in writing in my journal, but, apparently, I made my least acceptable riding goal of 2,500 miles, probably last week. Pretty close to 2,600 today. Now I don't feel so badly. I won't make 3K, but maybe 2,700.