I had a huge ride planned today from home up Rollins Pass Road and back... ~70 miles on a mountain bike with significant climbing. I made it 13 miles to Rollinsville and double flatted carrying one spare (my training wheels aren't tubeless... yet). So I called my wife from the liquor store and she came and got me. As soon as I got home I switched out wheels and before I could even clip in it started to dump rain. Hard. My afternoon is already filled with responsibilities and since my routes around here are nearly all dirt roads or trail I calmly threw my bike in the corner and changed clothes... done. Who knows, maybe my guardian angel knew I would crash off a cliff on The Divide and die. I have 6 days open for long rides between now and Leadville and I feel I need every one of them to count so today was discouraging at the least.
I also went down hard again yesterday on Walker Ranch. The fall 'freshened up' almost every sore spot I already had and I (of course) also landed on the elbow that I tore the skin away from the bone. Physically I'm feeling pretty rough... but at least my mental state sucks!