Pain is wonderful

I was almost able to sleep in today, but Merlin had something to say about that. When I wouldn't get up to feed him at 6 like I normally do on a work day he got medieval on me. I heard some squeaking from the hallway. He'd gone outside, found a mouse and brought it upstairs and was playing with it. When I came into the hall he was standing there with it in his mouth with a look in his eyes "I'll let it go and keep tormenting it unless you feed me." Okay buddy, you win, I'm up. He let it go and Mavic pounced on it before it could get 2 feet away. She at least lets me sleep in.

Once up I prepped for a full days ride. 5 water bottles and some Gu packs and I headed south toward Monroe. I cruised southward but the tailwind wasn't as strong as I hoped. By the time I turned toward New Glarus I was into the teeth of a steady headwind and my glasses weren't working too well to keep my eyes from getting dried by the wind. The salt in my seat didn't help either. While I'm whining I might as well whine about the hills. Still, my only problem was by about 85 miles in my ass was feeling like I had sat on a kitchen stove. My chamois wasn't my best friend and only extended periods of climbing out of the saddle allowed ventilation and drying. Everything is fine now but I whined during the last 23 miles. Still, a hilly ride of 108.2 miles and no body problems is cause to be happy. I'm looking forward to Saturday's Fat Tire Crit more than the XC race. Once a roadie, always a roadie.