Training Day

The Hardly Davidsons rode today. We slogged from Bird Creek to Girdwood against the wind and then sailed back. It was billed as a training ride for the Tour de Cure. It was barely half as long as the Tour, but the wind, the hills and the breathtaking scenery, combined to give it the aerobic profile of a ride twice as long, so there you are.
So there you are, but where are you? According to Mary Powell of the ADA, unless your name is Anonymous, you haven't yet donated to end diabetes in our lifetime. Mary Powell keeps emailing me, and I don't think it's because of my Klout score, after all. I think she just wants a lot of money for diabetes. Don't make me give her your email address.