As the spring thaw kicks into full gear in Minnesota, it results in a lot of water flowing around every corner. The roads also start to shift and buckle – making the small gaps in the tarmac a torture device for any cyclist.
A steady run of early season rides has taken a toll on my 41 year old body. The first few weeks are always the worst to the Minnesota cycling season.
Riding when it is not perfect conditions outside is a defining characteristic of someone who can really call themselves “cyclist”. Wednesday’s cold, clammy conditions epitomized this concept.
Changing saddles is never an easy task and take some getting accustomed to. At least, that’s what my butt is telling me.
A long winter has meant that the start of my cycling season is behind by nearly two solid weeks. It will make it that much harder to hit the yearly milage target.