And then there was this:
I know that in reality, the temps were nowhere close to that … obviously the thermometer at the Churchill JHS weather station was on the fritz, but still psychologically, I was not looking forward to being outside in the heat and bad air.
But fuck it. I rode anyway, and I feel good that I rode, even though I didn’t feel good while I rode. Now, to relax on the couch, watch a movie or two, get to sleep early, and do it again tomorrow; hopefully the air will be clearer, I’ll fill a little better and can do an Emigration run (or better yet, Emigration plus the Sheffield Loop).