In between chores and some mildly social outings I rolled about 40 solo miles of trail this weekend. Not too bad I think, and for motivating solo I think I get credit for time and a half so let’s just call it 60. The only spectacular aspect of the miles was the indefatigable perfect weather, which will be well fatigable by mid-May if not sooner.
Spring frenzy had the trails clear, as folks were preoccupied with babies, basketball, and out of town bike races. The trails were deserted, as if I was the Omega man himself, Will (Ah Hell naw!) Smith.
I have some Spring frenzy to deal with myself this week, so don’t look for me out there until Thursday. By then, all of my foundation miles will have set up and I can begin building a monument to power on top of it, with a speed solarium, and a widow’s walk of big ring cadence.