Race recovery has gone well. I had my key bike workout of the week on Thursday and nailed those Z3 & Z4 intervals!
We've got some sort of odd inversion bubble over Silicon Valley so we only had an hour of rain Wednesday night and then a big monsoon Friday night, despite the forecast of nonstop rain. Otherwise we've been dry as can be and I'm not complaining!
After last night's hours of heavy rain, we woke up to dry roads this morning but it was COLD. The forecast was...a 30% chance of "few showers" and that was it. So I figured we'd be good to go on getting our long ride done.
After my morning swim, we all met up (Jeff, my brother, my aunt and uncle) and headed out for a long ride. It was quite chilly - low 40s - but everything was dry. As soon as we reached the "point of no return" it started to rain. And then it rained more. It never stopped, for the next 2.5 hours. Once we were completely drenched, Mother Nature added in some wind, and then some more wind, and then hail just to exfoliate my face nicely post-swim. I couldn't feel my fingers and toes for most of the ride. When we got back to the car, Jeff and I pulled off our jackets and socks and shoes, threw our bikes in the vehicle and ran the heater full blast for the drive home trying to warm our toes up enough to feel them. We raced into the house, dropped all the wet clothes in the laundry hamper and dashed to our hot tub. After sitting in the HOT TUB still shivering for 10 minutes, we made a break for the steam shower and after running that for a while took a hot shower and dried off. It wasn't until I had a Baileys & hot chocolate that I finally warmed up.
This is not a happy face, except maybe joy at being done with a miserable ride. Those are not freckles, they are mud.