DH and I went out for a 25 mile "recovery" ride on Sunday.
We did Rock Creek Park into D.C., which is relatively flat and has lots of tree cover, so it was cooler for our later-in-the-day start time. We treated ourselves by sleeping in and having a big breakfast after yesterday's killer century.
It took about 13 miles for my legs to feel like anything other than useless lumps of flesh at the end of my trunk. Was good to spin all the junk out of them, but I'm STILL beat. I suppose scrubbing the new kitchen floor didn't help matters any later in the day!