Today it was seventy-seven degrees during on my ride. I was a human bug deflector on Route 114, a long, open highway, with opposite direction traffic (two lanes).
I was working on keeping the big chain ring engaged, thus gaining greater speed without raising my hear rate. The only true problem, was in my muscular structure.
See, as a distance runner, I don’t have the strongest quadriceps, they do their job, and I take complaints from them more often than not. Either way, I do my best.
At about mile 21 or so, I realized that I really wanted to get off the bike and just go for a run. In other words, cease the cycling and opt for a brick. As aforewarned, my training posseses a degree of inherent insanity.
So despite the heat, the melted bugs, and the fact that I had run earlier in the day, I still felt obliged to get off and run that short 800 meter bike guidance course I set up around my building. And it paradoxically, the run was the best part of the ride.