Perkiomen Trail. That ride was supposed to be a lot longer, but I found the trail closed just south of Schwenksville PA. There was a big fence across the trail and signs announcing its temporary closure—a seasonal thing, I guess, to allow the trail to dry out after the snow melts. I had ridden the trail before but only in summer, so I wasn’t aware of this provision. It was disappointing to turn around but there was no choice. The trail did provide the challenge of an unpaved, 1/3-mile, 12 percent hill climb, which is quite unlike anything I’ve ever seen on another recreation trail. My heart rate jumped up to 92 percent, but I rode up. I bet most people walk it.
That little victory sustained me through the rainy washout that was Thursday, and then yesterday I drove back to the Midwest. Today I promised myself I would make an effort and get back into a training mindset. I did 25 miles—half of them into a stiff NW wind—with an average heart rate at 76 percent. My route took me through Glacial Blue Hills for the first time this year. In anticipation of an all-day rain, the plan for tomorrow is a two-hour trainer ride during the Versus broadcast of the Ronde van Vlaanderen. Watching Cancellara, Boonen, Gilbert, et al., as they suffer on the climbs and cobbles will be my inspiration. I don’t yet feel confident that I will ride well in my own metric century, Cheesehead Roubaix, in just two more weeks. I need to build mileage and hit some hills in the meantime.