The hardest part about getting up ungodly early in the morning during the week is that you wake up ungodly early on the weekend whether you like it or not. You begin to hard wire your body for mornings. That was the case this morning when I was wide awake at 4:45am on a Saturday, well before I actually needed to be moving around. What did this starving early bird do?
I ate this beast of a meal knowing that it was bitter cold outside (for May anyway), I had a big bike ride in my future and there would be strong head winds.
It was cold outside, and none of my friends were bailing on the "MS Gears and Cheers ride" I figured I couldn't either. So we bundled up and headed to the grove winery in Gibbsonville.
This ride is a fund-raiser for MS research. Great cause. The ride was fantastic despite the cold, cloudy weather, threat of rain, and winds. This ride actually had to be one of the most well-marked and supported courses I've ever ridden.
Not to mention when we got done there was this....
It seemed that the longer we were on the bike the colder it got, not sure if that was actually the case, but despite the weather it was a Seriously fantastic ride. I was impressed. How come there isn't more wine at the end of long rides?