Some people have been asking me if I broke my bike. It’s been so long since I’ve ridden that even I was starting to question whether or not I could still ride. I got out there today. It wasn’t fast. But at least I proved I can still ride from time to time.

It is really windy today, maybe one of the windiest days I’ve gone out riding. I pushed hard into the wind going down El Camino, but it was all for naught. Instead of getting a good time, all I managed to do was burn through what little power I had managed to regain after yesterday’s run.

I toyed briefly with the idea of going up through Rancho Santa Fe and down to Encinitas to come back along the beach (with a massive tail wind), but it just sounded like too much riding on my burned out legs. So I decided to take the “easy” way and go up the three witches up to Camin del Sur, then down to the 56 bike trail and home.

It wasn’t a terrible ride until the end when I just had nothing left. I was in granny gear and could barely get myself back up Carmel Country Road. It was pretty sad, but I still had fun.