Today was a MUCH better day for a bike ride, like a 200K maybe... but I didn't do it. Whatever issues I was having yesterday seem to have extended into the evening hours, and it's just not looking good -- which, whew, to me is a relief. I really didn't want to take advantage of the 24-hour pass that I got and end up riding the 217K of the Border Patrol in today's weather. I know that sounds weird, but that totally eliminates the asterisk that I would have placed next to this weekend's ride completion, had I done it Sunday instead of Saturday. I've been in that situation before, up in Liberty with snow and cold rain at the start of a really tough 300K. So tough were the conditions that Bob Burns gave us the option of riding it Sunday instead... but, you know, I'm glad I did it Saturday, in the nasty weather. I'm proud that I finished that ride, and it was a finish that I needed, mentally. Wouldn't change a thing. If my stomach HAD improved, and I HAD ridden today, I think I would have almost felt guilty about it. So, I'm scheduled for November 22nd, this next Saturday, to try the Border Patrol route again. By then I'm sure the stomach issues will be resolved, and I'll have a clearer head about just doing the ride, and eating whatever will get the job done. Even if it wasn't the SE's fault, and it was some stomach bug, I still can't get the memory of that foul, foul taste and smell out of my mind. I won't be back to SE for a while.
More to come - coming up this week, just a solid run of commutes. Let's do it.