My training schedule last week was a little bit of a mess. A series of scheduling conflicts, judgment errors, and problematic weather forecasts meant that I missed three straight days of workouts, something that hasn’t happened for months. Things finally came together again on Sunday, and I was able to get two sessions in to help make up ground. I did a nice little deadlift workout before work, and then squeezed in a bike ride in the late afternoon, testing out the new (higher) saddle position I’m experimenting with.
But, in keeping with the rest of the previous week, that didn’t go entirely to plan, either. I had picked a route of about 16 miles, with one decent little climb in the middle. My thought was to do a lap, see how I felt, and then possibly go for a second.
The headwind I met during my first couple of miles coupled with legs already tired from weightlifting to dissuade me from wanting that second lap. But then I managed to miss a turn, and rather than taking the road for the little hill climb outside of Clifton, I ended up almost in Xenia, finally linking up with the bike path that would take me back north to my start point. So I missed the hill, but tagged on an extra seven miles.
Still, I can’t be too upset. Things always work out the way they’re supposed to, and missing the hill was probably good for my legs, in the end. I did manage to keep a pretty respectable pace the whole time, which was also encouraging. The next chance I get with fresh legs, it’ll be time to log some more serious distance!