Well, I've been bitching for a month now about how the weather every weekend seems to be crap and I can't ride. Friday it rained all day and part of yesterday too, but the forecast for today was looking pretty decent with a high of 42F and sunny. I tried to round up some company but found no takers so around 1130 I started getting my junk together for a ride and got started a few minutes after noon. I didn't really have a plan, I was just going out to try to get in a few easy hours in the saddle and to test my back to see if physical therapy is helping at all.
It wasn't long after the first short climb that I realized my fitness has waned significantly since the end of cyclocross season (more on that in another post), not that it was great to begin with anyhow. With that realization my motivation kind of dissipated and that was the beginning of the end for me. What should have been a 30+ mile ride on a great day turned out to be a 10 mile ride on a great day. Another thing I noted on this ride was that the few pounds I have gained back since the end of cyclocross season have allowed my asthma to begin to creep back in; it had all but disappeared when I was below 205 lbs. I did have a couple of very minor attacks on the ride and did not have my inhaler so that also played into my decision somewhat, to cut the ride short.
What does this mean for me? Basically, I suck, but aside from that I need to start ensuring I put some time in on the trainer during the week before I lose *all* of the little bit of fitness I had. Yes the trainer sucks, but so does going out for an easy ride and realizing that an easy ride isn't easy when you are out of shape.