I would have liked to have ridden the bike when I was in Maine but realized I didnt have a pair of cycling shoes up there once I arrived. So today was the first day out. The weather held up and I was able to connect with Tom Gormley so I would have someone to pull me around the backroads of the Western Suburbs. I felt better than I expected. That said I was lacking any punch probably from a lack of food before the ride, a month plus of crappy sleep and the cumulative affect of a bunch of ass kicking wods.
23 miles - Decent pace.