I got out there, and fought the icy headwind with no granny gear.
I am berserker! I need no foolish granny gear!
Then the rain started to freeze on me.
I am berserker! I wear these crystals as a badge of honour!
Then, my feet got cold.
I am berser…..berse..
I am farking cold! Screw this.
I cut the ride short and went home. Berserkergang is great for short bursts of insanity, but it doesn’t cut it for endurance events.
I also learned how much I lean on that granny gear. The Cumberland Valley ain’t exactly the Alps, but I caught myself reaching for that gear an awful lot.
After I got home, I did a short trainer ride (5 miles) before calling it quits for the day.
That’s a grand total of 18 miles for today.