My ride was a beat down.
1) It was 91F and the wind was gusting up to 25 mph.
2) My legs were sore from working with my running coach the day before. My hamstrings hurt so much, it hurt to walk and sit. I also found out that it hurt to pedal into headwind.
3) I just felt drained.
4) We got stuck on a road waiting for a train as it backed up and pulled forward... for about 15 minutes.
5) We got caught at every freaking red light.
6) My average for this ride is typically 17 mph. My average this time was 14 mph... yes, you can SEE how HORRIBLE it was.
7) 8 miles into the ride I seriously contemplated turning around. In the end though, I took a short cut and took 3 miles off the ride. Which worked out nicely for this poor lost soul from our group. He lost the main group and was wandering around. If we hadn't gone that route, who knows how long he would have been out there.
So, not a great ride. I should have read what my legs were telling me and just gone home to rest.
Oh well, one bad ride is not the end of the world. It will be better this weekend.
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather, to skid in broadside thoroughly used-up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming: WOW WHAT A RIDE!!!!"