Where is the line between insanity and toughness?
We had waited most of the morning before heading out to our workouts in the hopes that the weather conditions would improve. The internet weather site, after all, seemed to indicate it would be fine by 10 a.m. But alas, 10:30 came and it still was rainy and windy and well, miserable.
Still, I had a three hour bike ride scheduled and I did not want to spend three hours on my bike trainer. So I sucked it up and off I went.
Base camp was Mark’s house. From there I rode about a mile to the start of what would be my nine-mile out-and-back route for the day. Potentially boring and monotonous riding the same stretch of road for three hours? Certainly. But with the bad weather