My Winter fitness is woefully inconsistent. I swear it seems to change from hour to hour. Last weekend I felt just fine; today, it was all I could do to turn the cranks.

Six of us turned out for the usual Saturday ride – actually, the Saturday ride is happening on Sunday this week, but that’s a dull story. Our starting point: The Piedmont Triad Farmers Market. From there we rolled on to the edge of Winston-Salem, through Kernersville, and back. It was cold. It was windy. And the whole time I felt like I was hacking at my pedals. Our 27.4 miles felt like twice that. And I’m still feeling it. Ugh.

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