By 8:00 am I was out rolling on the fat bike. I knew the wind was out of the NW but headed west anyway. I wanted a different route and I like the gravel out that way too. Looking at the flags on the way out of town the wind wasn't too bad either. About 1.5 hours later when I turned North the wind had picked up, instantly I knew I was in for some work. Even though I am out for time and not speed I had to switch my Garmin to map mode as to not obsess with the 9-12 mph I was now going into the wind. The wind got to me. I was cursing it out load and not having fun. I actually made a turn towards home at one point, but a sweet gravel road popped up and I took that. I think a break from the wind was what I needed. I was back to "Fonzie" cool after that. Plus I kept saying my new mantra, given by Kid of Salsa: "Just Stay Constant".
About 4.5 hours in I stopped in Gillman for a rest and refuel. The gas station didn't have lots of options but calories were found! It's amazing what 15 minutes can do to revitalize you. I felt pretty good on the bike after some food and a walk.
I ended up back home with 6.5 hours again, same as last Thursday but totally different route. I missed out on my time goal of 7-8 hours but I was fine with that. The energy output into the wind was huge and I felt good and I overcame some strong mental demons.
Now the sloppy weekend warm up.