I'll Sleep When I'm Dead

As foretold in my last post, I got up early and rode at dawn on Saturday instead of hopping on the team "bus" to the Durand RR. They were leaving at 8:00 am for an 11:00 race start. I probably wouldn't have gotten home until well after 3:00 pm, essentially making it an all day event.

With sunrise still waiting until about 6:20 am or so, I was planning on getting up around 5:00 to ride the trainer for a bit, then hit the roads for another hour so I could get home before the kids got up for the day. 

I ended up rolling over with the first, second and third alarms then finally paid attention to the fourth chime. I was still up, dressed and out the door in time to catch this at about a mile and a half into my ride:

It was pretty chilly yet this early, (somewhere between freezing and 40 F) and I wish I would have at least warmed up on the trainer indoors before getting outside. My legs never really warmed up and it felt like I was pulling a loaded Burley the entire ride, but it was still nice to get outside without having to insulate too much...and it's still April. This time last year we were still battling snow showers and dodging snow piles at the end of the driveway. 

Just a nice 25-miler around southern suburbia and home in time to shower before the kids were up, make coffee and eat breakfast with the kids before heading outside for a full day of removing even more over-aged landscaping from the yard. The more crap I tear out the more I want to tear out. 

At least the manual labor around the yard is enough like cross-fit for me to count as a workout. 

Doesn't matter; still exercise.