The long and wimpy winter we have been having in the mid-Atlantic has for some reason not motivated me to ride fast. Luck would have it, we had a cold and nasty day last Saturday, where I had a solid ride [Strava] with the ramshackle crew who showed up for the 10AM ride from the gate in Rock Creek Park. It started out cold and damp, and within and hour it was misting/sleeting/snowing on us. For some reason sticking it out through this mess left me motivated and rearing to go.
I’m registered for my first race (Black Hills) and made myself a list of 15 or so others I want to do this year, which will probably continue to grow a bit more. And I’m eagerly awaiting my Wheelhouse to show up at my door. Sure, I’m a middling Cat IV racer who’s only ambition is to maybe upgrade to a III some day, where I will remain for the rest of my life. But I love it.