A couple of my guy riding buddies and I rode a 32 mile jaunt yesterday morning. The weather was splendid, although this time of year the roadkill is pretty aromatic. We took a country road out northwest of town and I was having a great day-- the bike (new, we're still on our honeymoon) felt more comfortable than ever before, my rhythm was there, everything was humming. I went into the hospital with pneumonia at the beginning of July, and I've had to take baby steps to get back on the bike. Yesterday was the first time I rode up every single hill without having to stop and catch my breath. My speed was great, my climbing was strong, and I had fun! When we got back to town, I felt like a food incinerator, so I treated myself to a hearty, guilt-free brunch.