DH and I did about 25 miles this morning before turning our attention to some much needed yardwork. The first 5 miles were into a wind, and I was just crawling. I couldn't figure out why I felt so puny. I kept asking DH to slow down. He finally asked if I was okay, and I said I must be a little dehyrdrated or something. Another mile up the rode, it finally dawns on me to check my rear brake. It's a single pivot Campy Centaur brake, and we've had a heck of a time keeping it centered. Sure enough, it was rubbing. I readusted it and then just took off. I was relieved that it was the bike and not me.

From there, we finally got a tail wind and DH and I took turns chasing one another at max speed. Weeeeee!

Now I'm pooped though. We spent a few hours planting flowers and this heat is a real drag.