That Was Hard

No temp when we left, 17 when I got home, but the cold took it's toll. At least that's my excuse for suckin' wind that last hour.
I kept the clothes pretty simple, but did double up on the toe and hand warmers. That plan worked out pretty good - never got cold.
Steven and Amy made a wise move and turned around at Wayzata. I kept on riding up into Baker and around the big lake to Excelsior. No wind to blame the hard effort on. It was beautiful out though, with bright white snow, a crisp blue sky, and ice-clear roads . I did add an extra hill for the fun of it, and just for the record, hills are not fun in January.
I felt this ride today, not in my muscles, but more in my core. It's not that I was having a hard time breathing, it just seemed like my lungs weren't burning the oxygen as efficiently as they usually do. I was a little more happy to have this ride done than usual.
Bottom line is: I was out, got 50 miles in, breathed real air, saw beautiful winter-scapes, got a good workout, and now feel justified in doin' nothin'. Life is good! 50/14.4