went for a ride today, the plan was to hit up some gravel. but based off of the absurdly warm weather i took the trek beater single winter bike on a rode ride. full fenders, flat bars, 28c tires and 50*20 gearing i was booking out the bottoms rode. hit the first major climb and was feeling good, spun it out coming down the hill and passed two riders coming the other way...possibly Toby, and that Texas Road House guy from town??? wasn't sure, kept riding.
shortly soon after my right leg starts to twitch, then my left leg, peculiar. head down in the wind rode it out to Judson. the wind was dumb, cold, wish i would have worn tights and not my nickers. coming back i see this blur on the horizon. rider or a figment of my imagination. wasn't sure so the chase was on. with a solid 3/4 mile lead i hunted him down. 4miles and 3 major climbs later i caught the ghost. and it was Dr. Ross kicking it on the cross bike. i caught him just in time to say hi, then spun it up another climb. the doc and i banged it up the hill. at the top my right leg went out on me, then my left leg.
ive never cramped before on a ride, it was a really peculiar feeling, not at all enjoyable, but the company was. we rode back into town and had a nice chat about spring fitness and diesel cars. on Friday, if im feeling it ill bang out the lake crystal loop.
