It wasn't so long ago that 45 min on the bike nearly killed me; my ass was about to march up my back and kick my brain. My legs were ready to hand in their resignation notice, and my hands would be long since numb.
It's been raining here, and that means it's cold. It rained hard yesterday, pretty well all day. There was spots of rain off an on today. By this evening it still wasn't warm, but at least the roads had dried up. I figured go anyway. Dressed up a bit, and headed out for some race pace and spin work.
Churned around the neighbourhood, which was far more exciting that it really needed to be. One driver backed out of his driveway, then saw me coming along. He didn't really pay attention, but then I could see his eyes figure out how fast I was going. He didn't know whether to finish backing out, or go back into his driveway. Abort, retry, panic. He settled for freezing, which at least I could cope with. In the end I rode around him. I nearly ran over a human being walked by a dog. The dog was paying attention, but the human just walked out on the street without looking. I think he couldn't hear a car so assumed it was ok. Idiot. I was thinking of yelling when I got to perihelion, just to see if I could make him wet his pants, but I didn't. I was working too hard. I'm not sure he ever noticed me, since he was turning the other way as I passed. Maybe I should have yelled.
In between all the obstacles I warmed up, did 10 min at race pace, some easy spin, then two 5 minute sessions essentially all out. Easy spin to cool down. 50 min total. Stretched after. Legs feel pretty good. Forecast for Sat in Canmore is good, which is meaningless at this point. I don't know why I looked.