Been sick all week, but I felt good enough today to try a ride. Got on my bike, hit the first climb, which is about 3 miles long and fairly easy, a good warmup, and my legs had some real pop in them. The horse was willing! My poor sore lungs felt like they were opening up too, so even though I'd set out to do an easy ride I instead turned up Butler and did my hard climb route. Actually felt darn good, for a 50 year old sick man. There's one hill that's a cruel one, very long and very steep. I call it Nasty Wench. She got my attention for sure but I lived to ride another day.
27 miles, I didn't look at what Strava says for calories burned.
Love cycling, especially climbs, especially hard climbs. It's so ridiculously aerobic it's like a trance state or something <g>.
