Eight is enough…

…to fill my life wiiiiiith lovvvvvvvvve… and headwind.

Lots of headwind.

Today was one of those sparkling days, crisp and clear; the kind of day that riders dream about. You know, until they get outside and realize that the headwind exists no matter where they face. Oof.

So it was a good, tough ride. I did half the miles I intended, but I was a rickshaw driver in said headwind, so I think it had the same exhaustion factor as if I doubled the miles. That’s what I’m going with.