Post Harvest

Carl and I went on a late afternoon ride out to Morro Rock and back home the long way. This two and a half hour ride was supposed to be "mellow", but the howling winds on the way out to the ocean made it a bit more work than I was planning on. Carl put in a number of hard jumps. I on the other hand was just hanging on. My legs were complaining about the six week layoff from anything but commuting that harvest imposes each year. While they never came alive they were feeling better in the middle of the ride than at the beginning. I was glad when we came up over the last low hill and coasted easily back into SLO. This morning when I hopped on the bike to ride to work I was expecting to be a bit tired or even sore, but in fact my legs felt great, and by half way into work I was giving it the stick in the big ring - highly unusual for the morning commute which is normally done piano in baby gears. Who knows maybe this augers well for the winter season.