Went to the trails, worked my way up to full speed on dismounts and remounts. Totally muffed one, which is a good thing to do when there aren’t 45 rabid, slobbering, blood-sensing cross dogs howling behind you. But, felt good enough to put myself through the 40-50 minutes of sensless running around with a rideable bike on my back down at Mclaren Park tomorrow.
Came home and cleaned and teched. Got things ready. Tools and spare stuff packed. Camera batteries charged. Washed some really salty wool jerseys which have been in the drawer too long. Then visited the local dermal inking facility for that extra mental edge.