...where it seems like the harder and faster you pedal, the slower you go. And then on the way back, I flew. This was Sunday. When I rode Saturday, there was noticeable winds. I maintained a steady cadence, albeit it was difficult. Sunday, no noticeable winds. The temps had warmed up to the high 40's low 50's... and I struggled on the way down out. Same route, both days.

I hate days like that. But I feel like I redeemed myself on the way back!