What can I say?
I woke up yesterday on the wrong side of meh. Just not feeling it.
Was it because I wasn't here Sunday afternoon?
I don't do normal very well. I wasted way too much time thinking about why Godzilla wouldn't start with the blue flame thing when he had to battle the MUTO things.
This whole not having a race on the near horizon. Difficult to contend with. No reason to put in extra miles or extend a weekend ride... or watch what I eat... or drink less beer... or sweat the details in any respect.
Westward Ho Before Bros Mancation is just over two weeks away. We're gonna wing it for the most part. From the airport straight up to Georgia Pass... because why not step right off a plane and head to 11,660 feet. After the ride, we're heading to Salida to spend the night at a hostel in Salida. An early wake up the next morning, and we're on the shuttle to do the Monarch Crest everyone rambles on about. The ride ends near a brewery, so there's that.
Everything on a bike. I like it.
Ska Brewing. And then?
It's Colorado. Not like it's gonna suck wherever we go. Crested Butte? FrOOta? As long as we're riding something every day, I'll be okay with that.