…managed to crawl out of bed in time to make the morning ride and I never regret it when I do. I pieced together a few different routes and we ended up with a really pleasant 54 miles. The temperature was pretty perfect (about 70F), the legs felt good, clouds protected us from the Texas sun (now they’re watering our [still] parched land, which makes me even happier to have gotten a ride in early) and there were no flats or any other types of trouble.
When I got home Lucy was all smiles and chatty, too. She’s becoming more delightful by the day. I sat on the kitchen floor and soaked it in while I ate and drank.
Then I watched Tom Boonen dominate Paris-Roubaix on the DVR.
Now I have to work. Hopefully that doesn’t ruin everything.