Well, sorta. After peeling myself out of bed (days after an XC are always rough for me, but in that good happy way), JK and I grabbed some free french toast and headed out for a “recovery ride” to Aspen. One would think that a “rec” bike path would be flat, easy to someone who rides a lot. A) I guess the definition of “flat” and B) the definition of “a lot” would be useful here. Anyway, I really enjoyed the ride, despite having to ride up some pretty serious hills after completely annihilating ever last standing muscle fiber in my legs ! I bet Geckove’s heart rate was 78.