I ran away this past weekend. The smoke was to much to bare. I headed north to my parents home in Cambria and spent a nice weekend relaxing and getting fat. I did get off my ass on Saturday morning for a nice ride up Hwy 1. Everything started fine except for the ridiculous climb over the hill to get to Hwy 1. I rode up to Piedras Blanca Lighthouse all the while keeping a nice pace and felling good. On the return trip my body just got mad at me. You know those days that your legs feel like cement? I was there. I made it back without to much suffering and glad that I was able to get out and get some fresh, smoke-free air.
Upon returning home, I was happy to see the air had cleaned up significantly and got on the bike monday for some fast climbs during lunch. Feels good to ride here again. Last week was rough with the smoke and insane work deadlines. I look forward to a time where I can commit more to riding/racing and less to work. Alas, now is not the time. I will still fight to get every mile in though, its just to much fun.
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