I was in the air whether I wanted to ride today or not. I looked at the weather report before going to bed last night and it said thunderstorms. I figured I'd make a judgment call in the morning, and I was glad I did. It was a gorgeous sunny morning.

My phone said the departure time was 7:40, and I figured I'd ride to Kipling station to get a few extra k in. I was there a little after 8, so I just started the ride on my own, figuring I'd catch up to everybody like I usually do.

About a half hour in I got a tweet about the transit strike. Makes sense why nobody would be out riding, since most of the riders come in by subway. Instead of chasing everybody else, I concentrated on chasing myself from the ride last year. My GPS was showing how far ahead of myself I was the last time on the ride.

By the time I got to around 35k I had a flashback to the same ride last year. I was having a conversation with someone about how hungover I was and how that ride was almost unbearably hard. And I thought I was still drunk. Maybe I'm not in that much better shape than last year. Haha.

Here's the ride:

To top it off when I got home I checked my google calendar and it said the ride started an hour later. Apparently my synch between calendars is off by an hour.

It was a win though... 74 km total. I'm happy with that.