Month off the bike. Back yesterday with the VB group, A's and B's together.
Art is an animal. He and the rest of the A's took off from Orangedale back north and cranked it up to 27-28 mph with a tailwind (this after doing 24-25 in the headwind), leaving Grace and me (with Ed) in the rear, way back, again. At 210, Ed summarily decided we wouldn't follow. We headed straight back.
On Beauclerc Road, it suddenly occured to me that I had recently had 'roid surgery and that the adrenaline of being back in the saddle had worn off. I could no longer sit, so I stood the rest of the way — dancing on the pedals — back up SJ to OR.
Ouch.
At least I didn't crash.
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