Yesterday: beautiful weather but our usual NE wind blowing at a steady 15-20 kph. Set out with it at my back, aiming to do 70k that way so that I'd have to do 70 back against it. Too much traffic on my chosen route, though, so I took to the hills and went dead south to the canal as last week. Lunch at a windblown canal-side restaurant, then went NW through country I had neglected in the past before, pleasant & peaceful with lots of blossom and rolling fields. Dropped into my favourite pâtisserie an hour or two later to find a bunch of cyclos who were doing the 300k BRM out of Mundolsheim; had a good natter but was left with a lump in my throat since I can't hack that kind of distance any more, though I would dearly love to. Did the hilly 40k home from there straight into the wind, which was freshening a bit, got there knackered with only 117 km on the clock but 996 metres climbed. Face feels a bit fried on one side today.
Legs were hurting on any climb that took more than a minute: a week's low-carbing plus residual diabetes meds probably starving the muscles, so I shoved in a lot of fast cabs on last stop to make it home on. Otherwise, quite a satisfying ride. Who cares about a bit of pain, right?*
*me