It was one of those borderline days. Would I ride or not? It was windy, cloudy and mild...65 at 10:30. I had it in my head that perhaps the sun would burn through and this would be one of those instances where I would be glad I went because the weather would turn out to be better than anticpated.

WRONG.

Headwind right away. The sun never came out. And I'll tell you this much...65-ish felt like 40 with 40 mph gusting wind practically standing me still at times.

Not only were the flags snapping straight out, but even the flag POLES were blowing all over the place.

I had bare arms too, and today the ride never came to me. At some point I just wanted to make the train in my head stop, turn around and get some tailwind behind me so that I could warm up. So I turned at the 10-mile out mark just to make it an even 20.

What the heck. I got a little exercise and set myself up for a Friday off before the big race day Saturday at Whitnall Park. FYI--Weather looks marginal. IF the front blows through in time, race day will be cloudy, chilly (50-ish) but dry.

Oh, and get this...

SNOW possible Monday.

I give up.