I was able to get out yesterday for a 50 mile ride and it felt great. Not just riding but getting out a glorious day on the front range. Rode the Borthwick which is geared with a 42x18, perfect for spinning and not to hard on the hills. My mind drifted to the years in Texas as we were getting ready to head to Lajitas for a weekend of racing. The race has changed but that part of the country still lives deep in my heart. I was brought back to reality as I saw a guy riding with a huge knife stuck in his shorts - kinda freaked me out.
Saturday my daughter and I headed to Breck to ski. It was -18 degrees when we rolled up to the townhome. Way cold! We bundled up and headed out for what turned out to be a great day of skiing. I did laps up and down befored I met them class for lunch and skied the afternoon with Fallon. I finished up the day skiing with the instructors husband, he skied the last strength in my legs right out.
Day is filled with domestic stuff like painting, cleaning, and laundry.