Felt like absolute shite this morning when I woke up; had originally planned to give Emigration Canyon my first attempt of the year, but I could tell early that wasn’t going to happen … but I was not going to let how crappy I felt prevent me from getting out on the bike today. I told myself that Matt would ride, and he’d ride with one leg.
So with that thought in my head, I rode. And it hurt. But I rode, and that’s all that matters.