I'll tack on my "cold" ride - since I was whining about it yesterday.

My Suby's thermometer said 45 degrees - brrr for California. I wore my Witches Britches, tights, sock liners and smartwool sox, base layer undershirt, ss jersey, wind vest and arm warmers. Oh, and Ear Bags (leopard print!) on my ears.

We started out, with me as the leader. It was cold, with a few clouds; the sun was trying it's best to peek out though. By the time we reached Metcalf Park, I had 4 riders with me. Unbeknownst to me, there was a flat right at the start, and a late arrival. Two other coleaders were there, so it was OK to continue. Calling out path hazards, to the point of ridiculousness, hole! post! dog poop! Suddenly, tttturkeys!!!!! A whole flock of wild turkeys! What beautiful birds! I wanted to stop and watch, but didn't. I am the leader and must press on. Except I'm starting to feel like my lungs are frozen. Hmmm. Ears were a bit achey this morning. I finally tell my ducklings I'm having trouble catching my breath. I tell them where we are regrouping, and send them ahead.

I arrive at the model airplane airport shortly after them. When the rest of the group arrives, I ask if anyone saw my lungs on the path, I seem to have misplaced them. Ate 1/2 a LaraBar (Cocoa Mole) and on we go. I feel a bunch better, maybe it was my usual "start of ride" sluggishness. Colette points out we've been fighting a headwind all the way too. Oh really? Oops, maybe that's the problem......

Coffee in Morgan Hill at a cute place - done up like New Orleans. I splurge and have a mocha and a blueberry muffin top. We hang out and gossip....er talk, then head out. Now we have a tailwind! Whoop!!!! We fly back to Metcalf Park for a short potty stop, then on to the hills. Not really big hills, more like bumps. Baby steps! My fitness is getting better, last time I rode the bumps I ended up in my granny . This time I stayed in the middle ring. Mini victory dance. At this rate I'll be climbing Diablo in, oh, two years......

Back at the parking lot, thanks and pats on the back all 'round. I feel so much better this week than I did last week. Legs aren't sore at all. I treat myself to a chicken burrito and a nice shower. I'm ready for next weekend.