Got in my first real ride of the season this morning with my Club. The Y's a little more than nine miles from the house, and from there we rode for about an hour through rolling hills north of Milford. The weather was a little colder and a little windier than I might've hoped, but it was still a pretty fantastic day. We worked the hills, and more to the point, I liked being out with my guys. I don't ask for much more than that in my life.
Some people like to go to bars. I like to get out on my bike.
Anyway, I'm home now, with thirty-five miles under my belt today and a little more than eighty for the week. That ain't bad.
But now I'm sleepy.