Monday was a pleasant day with a high in the low 50s and a modest breeze. It was also Martin Luther King, Jr. Day and I took advantage of the time off to squeeze in a zippy 26-mile ride near Brentsville.
I say “zippy” because I resolved to go fast. Well, “faster” is probably a better word. My average pace always takes a dip during the winter months and things aren’t helped when I take significant breaks to take photos.
A word about timing is in order here. I know many people turn off their ride computers when they take a break. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with that, it’s just not how I roll. Literally. When I start my ride, the clock starts with it. The clock doesn’t stop until I’m done, regardless of how many traffic lights, lunch breaks, or photo sessions may arise. It may be weird, but at least its consistent.
So even though I know the cold will affect my speed and I know the frequent breaks will decrease it some more, I still don’t like that fact. Every so often I decide to push things a bit and today was that day. So there won’t be many pics here, but to be honest it’s not a terribly interesting route.
I did take a pic while crossing Cedar Run, near Brentsville. In the water, you can make out the shadow of the photographer.
About a mile later I came across Broad Run and took a similar pic. I decided to play with the colors on this one to help bring out the greens and make it look less dreary.
And since I was feeling artsy, I tried an unusual photo angle on the Broad Run bridge. I didn’t notice it at the time, but those three bags are Sunday editions of the Washington Post. How they ended up together on this bridge is anyone’s guess. The black tape is a similar mystery, though less unusual.
The breeze I spoke of was at my back on the way home, which made for some quick times. One of my Strava segments was at a pace of 20.8 mph! I was then immediately deflated when I saw that was only good for 28th all time. Still, anything over 20 mph for me means I’m either going very fast or hanging onto the bumper of a car.
Old Man Winter is scheduled to make a reappearance tomorrow, so it will probably be a few days before another ride is possible. Until then, I’ll stare at my digitally altered picture of Broad Run and tell myself Spring is right around the corner.