Weak and feeble

On the first road ride of the season it was all pain and suffering, except when that tail wind kicked in. Things were good with the tailwind. But the hill Jake and I climbed into a headwind, it made me want to get off the bike. I could barely turn over the gear my legs were so weak, or so they felt. I survived though, and actually felt relatively good by the end of the ride. I also looked like I'd been in a mountain bike race, with all the water and dirt on the roads getting sprayed up in rooster tails by our bikes.