On day 4 I decided to be safe and just ride locally. Ride to the Dumbarton Bridge and back, several times. Simple.
Lesson: A couple of cm/inches between your shorts and your leg warmers feels like a huge Arctic space, where cold poignant wind enters and gets to even the last place in your body where you didn't know you could feel cold.
This time I am smart. I am not going to let the cellphone die on me, right? I will upload the ride to Strava every couple of hours and start a new one every time. The first one is 39.6km, ooh nice.
The second ride is... wait, what? Nooo! Cellphone died again in the middle of the second ride and I was robbed of 10km.
LOL.
Really. What can I do but laugh?
Well, I am doing it for fun and fitness. Not for having it recorded in history, right?
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