So yeah it's cold, really cold. 32 F. The F stands for Fucking cold. Wind chill even felt colder. I was layered like a burrito. I almost didn't find my gloves. Oh man I would have been miserable, found them at the last moment.
You can't see it, but the ground is white with frost.
I was surprised 25 people showed up for the ride, despite how cold it was.
Waiting to roll.
I flubbed this morning. I had a few bites of yogurt and a gel. Not enough.
I was doing good until we started head back to Chico. My stomach was so hungry. On the way back I saw a chicken and was eyeing it. So very quickly I got dropped.
Made it.
Nom nom nom nom. This tasted soooooo good.
It was enough to get me refueled and feeling good.
Did I stop riding no.
I headed up and added on some hill repeats. Got to get ready for Humboldt Time trials.
I love doing figure eights here and hammering it up this small hill.
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