Saturday morning, with a little extra time to spare, I rolled out for a training ride. I already knew that I would not be able to cover the 90 miles my self-made training plan called for. I hoped I’d be able to knock out a good portion of it and cover the rest on Sunday. It’s not ideal training but, given the time available, it was the best I could do.
I headed toward the west and began thinking about a hill I’d been saving for just the right day — you know, when I’m feeling strong and the conditions are perfect for safe travels. Was today the day?