Just as I should’a been going to bed last night, I noticed a bit of commotion on the ASI site, and saw that they had uploaded the top-o-Nicasio climb photos (and maybe more) from Saturday’s Marin Century. Driven by the desire to confirm that I continue to show up on film, I rooted through a few pages, finding a fellow in a green SF Randonneurs jersey, the very upbeat and nice guy I later chatted with too-briefly who was wearing a Rivendell seersucker and motoring along on his Rans, and another fellow riding what looks to be an Atlantis.
Followed by someone who just wasn’t smart enough to bring gears:
If you want to prowl through the archives to find you or your friends, it starts here.
In other news, I thought I felt better after this ride than the brevet in January, even going out for a short and easy spin on Sunday, followed by easy commutes Monday and Tuesday. But, by Tuesday evening, my ears were plugging up and I felt uniformally nasty and gutted on Wednesday. Kinda suffered along and passed out with a nap late Thursday, which seemed to help things dramatically. Definitely felt less sore and joint-crackly than January, but still have to remember to, um, what’s that called?, ah “sleep”, yeah, that’s it… Probably rode the endorphin bus a little long on Saturday and Sunday nights, forging ahead rather than pulling the cord and stepping off to Slumberville. Live and learn.