I had a bad day, too.

I was on a Century ride. It was gray and cloudy and windy. Really windy. I wore enough clothes not to freese, though.

The escort vehicle took us five miles out of the way.

The traffic was _so_ bad. I like rural Centuries, not traffic with no bike lane.

The wind was constant, non-relenting. I'd estimate 40 mph, with worse gusts. It was along the Atlantic coast, so no breaks.

I decided to switch from the century to the 61 (66) mile ride, and take some photos, and make the best of it.

I got 40 miles off course.

It was all I could do, when I found out where I was, finally, to not burst into tears in the convenience store.

I wondered if I hated all cycling, now.

I have a 100 mile mountain ride Saturday.

I have a weird pain in the front of my knees that was never there before.

The chamois in my expensive Louis Garmeau knickers is only good for an hour.

I can't afford any more.

I have to do the whole 100 miles Saturday, or I will feel like a dumb a** wearing the jersey, the first event jersey that I have pre-purchased.

My car stereo died yesterday.

My iPod Shuffle went psycho, again, on the way home and I couldn't even listen to that.

Now that I am home, BF's super hot friend stopped over, looking for him, (he's at work) and I am in my PJ's, without a bra, with my hair up in some weird topknot, and have drank too much sympathy wine.

Nice.

I wish there was some ice cream in the house.