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Sunday Dec 2, 2018 #
11 AM
biking - dark blue bike 1:22:05 20.54 mi (4:00 / mi) +456ft 3:55 / mi
ahr:127 max:142
Driving home from Ratlum Mountain, left mid-morning. The radar, which at breakfast time forecast rain all day, was now much more friendly. The truer test, sticking a hand out the window, confirmed that there was just light rain. Temps at or just above 40, just a little wind, from the north. Perfect day for a ride under my new criteria -- every day until December 31 is a perfect day for a ride, in one way or another.
This time the choice of route was simple. I had no desire to ride on the roads, especially since there was a bike path in Granby that I had driven past many times (maybe a thousand times??), but had never actually been on. Perfect.
Parked, changed quickly and was off, didn't want any loss of courage to change my plans. Headed north first, hoping to get 5 miles, 10 for the round-trip. More than once I wondered if this was going to be into the wind and uphill in both directions. It certainly seemed that way going north, and I was ready to be disappointed going south.
Made it to 5, decided a total of 15 was a more worthy goal. Made it to 7.5, decided the math was easier if I didn't turn until 8. Got to a road crossing just about there and headed back south.
It was clear pretty quickly that there was now at least a slight breeze in my favor. As far as uphill/downhill, not enough to make much difference. But with a hint of a tailwind, certainly more pleasant going south.
At some point I wondered what state I was in. Not my physical state (I had good energy and was managing the wet weather pretty well), nor my mental state (didn't feel like I was doing anything stupid), nor my psychological state (MF2 seems to ensure a good mood), but simply MA or CT. I'd been keeping my head down, cutting down the rain getting me in the face, and if there had been a sign at the state line, well, I'd missed it. But I guess it didn't really matter. What did matter was I knew where my car was.
Got most of the way back and things couldn't have been too bad because I decided to up the number, might as well do 20. So right past the car, but no longing looks nor failure of resolve. A couple more miles south, then back and I was done.
Saw a few cars at the various road crossings and 6 people on the rail trail. Five walkers (2 singles and a triple) and one jogger (women appeared to be in her 50s). I wonder what they were doing out there, I'm sure they thought the same about be.
Not a single other biker.
Clothing report -- shirt was excellent, jacket fine with a little leaking starting at the front zipper, a pair of old and ratty tights just doesn't cut it (butt and legs were soaked before long), hands and feet were just starting to get a little chilly at the end. So 30 would have taken some willpower, but 20 was just fine.
This time the choice of route was simple. I had no desire to ride on the roads, especially since there was a bike path in Granby that I had driven past many times (maybe a thousand times??), but had never actually been on. Perfect.
Parked, changed quickly and was off, didn't want any loss of courage to change my plans. Headed north first, hoping to get 5 miles, 10 for the round-trip. More than once I wondered if this was going to be into the wind and uphill in both directions. It certainly seemed that way going north, and I was ready to be disappointed going south.
Made it to 5, decided a total of 15 was a more worthy goal. Made it to 7.5, decided the math was easier if I didn't turn until 8. Got to a road crossing just about there and headed back south.
It was clear pretty quickly that there was now at least a slight breeze in my favor. As far as uphill/downhill, not enough to make much difference. But with a hint of a tailwind, certainly more pleasant going south.
At some point I wondered what state I was in. Not my physical state (I had good energy and was managing the wet weather pretty well), nor my mental state (didn't feel like I was doing anything stupid), nor my psychological state (MF2 seems to ensure a good mood), but simply MA or CT. I'd been keeping my head down, cutting down the rain getting me in the face, and if there had been a sign at the state line, well, I'd missed it. But I guess it didn't really matter. What did matter was I knew where my car was.
Got most of the way back and things couldn't have been too bad because I decided to up the number, might as well do 20. So right past the car, but no longing looks nor failure of resolve. A couple more miles south, then back and I was done.
Saw a few cars at the various road crossings and 6 people on the rail trail. Five walkers (2 singles and a triple) and one jogger (women appeared to be in her 50s). I wonder what they were doing out there, I'm sure they thought the same about be.
Not a single other biker.
Clothing report -- shirt was excellent, jacket fine with a little leaking starting at the front zipper, a pair of old and ratty tights just doesn't cut it (butt and legs were soaked before long), hands and feet were just starting to get a little chilly at the end. So 30 would have taken some willpower, but 20 was just fine.