I Think I'm One of Those Bikers

I meant to do about a 20 mile ride up to Como for my niece's birthday party. Instead I biked over to Erik's and dropped off some of his stuff, then biked to Como, then home. A little over 48 miles, and if you know what the wind was like here today, you know that at least 1/3 of that ride required some monumental effort. I used to think that people in my bike group who just decided it was a good day for a 50 mile ride were absolutely crazy. It's disturbing to think I'm evolving into that group.