Yesterday, I rode a short, hard ride. A little over 14 miles, in a little over 45 minutes. Moots, gravel, paved, hills, tiny bit of dirt. I rode it as a time-trial, flat out for the whole time, and pushed the pace. It was a hard effort.
I rode with the Garmin on, but ignored it. I listened to the crunch of the CX0s on gravel, and the reassuring click of Di2 blasting through gears. I basked in the rhythmic hum of my cadence, and the warmth of the rising sun.
For the rest of the day, I had the afterglow. That pleasant burn in your thighs to remind you of a ride well done. The lightness and openness in your lungs, telling you that they’re ready for another effort. The responsiveness of your heart rate to a sustained effort. The clarity of mind that comes with a morning’s sprint.
The afterglow is the best part of riding in the morning.