Word counts are suffering. The family just survived another freak viral infection, and I apparently was most vulnerable. Colds suck!
But that’s mostly behind us now and while it’s still months in the future my Colorado Trail trip is starting to loom large in my imagination. The idea of riding over my home state on a fat-bike laden like a rented mule, given my current state of physical fitness, seems a near impossibility at this point. Consequently, I’ve been making time every morning for a run or a ride.
This morning was no exception. I dropped the boy off at school and hit the beach with my trusty dog and loyal ride plus base load. Yeah, it’s heavy but that’s a good place to start.