After another work trip to Bahrain, it was time to shake off some jet lag.
Local goodness.
Yes I stopped to smell the flowers
I was still dragging from jetlag but decided to get my butt on the bike anyway for what should have been a mild to moderate loop. I have been off the bike for six weeks and man did I feel it. The trail pretty much kicked my ass 31 ways from Sunday. It was quite a pathetic showing on my part. I’m glad it was a solo event. It was miserably great. It was a good reminder that I would rather suffer outdoors than thrive inside.