Bristol to Bath Cycle Track Inauguration, 1985
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Today I was determined to get a ride in. I’m very anxious to get back into a routine riding and with me only getting two rides in in the last two weeks I figured I needed to start today. I also had to stop using the wind as an excuse because if I continued to do so I may never get a ride in here in Texas. That said, I got home, changed, make the quick drive to the train station, rode one stop to White Rock Station and rode around the lake.

Immediately upon setting out I wondered if I had made a mistake because the wind was stiff out of the South. I intentionally set myself up to ride into the wind for the first half so I could have it at my back on the second half but I was feeling it. Then I started to feel my legs. They were pretty heavy from the 29 miles yesterday. Oh boy.

It was about this time I realized I didn’t have a water bottle with me. I couldn’t believe it. I left them both in my room. Note to self: keep a bottle in the car.

I just gritted it out to get to the South end of the lake so I could get the wind at my back. It helped when I made the turn but the road makes some turns that put the wind almost off right shoulder which still made it tough. I managed 10 miles in 45 minutes.

There weren’t many people out today but there were a few. I couldn’t help but notice the fact that I was the biggest dude out on a bike. I was getting passed by the 160 pound cyclists with their gears clicking on their Ultegra equipped thoroughbreds. I tried to not even give’em a look but it’s hard not to when they pull out in front of me. I’m determined to not let them bother me because, hey, I gotta start somewhere. Their presence does one thing for me though. It gives me a goal.