Mid-week last week the hammer came down. And not the one that crushes all competitors on a grueling climb. No, this was the late winter cold that wipes every ounce of energy from a persons being, making friends and strangers alike give you a wide berth as you pass by. Fortunately, I have turned the corner and now feel like a human again. Soon I hope to be well enough to ride. But maybe not the recently scouted route I mapped out for a Syracuse to Rochester ride in the last post. I was in Rochester over the weekend and decided to see what the route was like. Maybe there was a reason the designers of the Erie Canal chose the route they did - a route that NY 31 follows for the most part. It could be because it circumnavigates the drumlins that my route climbs through when it is not on 31. While the countryside is picturesque, the straight up and straight down path will surely sap my energy reserves too early in the ride for a successful journey all the way to Rochester. Maybe something to work in to doing. Or if my brother comes home for an extended period of time he and I can try it together - I seem to ride stronger on longer rides when he is with me and he is the only other person I know willing to ride that long. Except for when he is stuffin' his face with berries...
I also read that Lance's comeback suffered a setback in the form of a broken collarbone.
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