Lots of solo dirt miles have left me peaceful, skilled, and totally lacking snap.
The road, specifically the group ride, has always been the method of choice for bringing back snap, power, and will. Getting left behind hurts, and the fear of it allows me to suffer like I never would by myself.
On the Canyon Velo ride I was pushed to my limit and finally dropped. Low in spirit I pedaled in squares to home, got on the MTB and reviewed my death in slo-mo.
When it all uploaded and processed on Strava a warming of my heart occurred.
Y’all may have killed me on the ride, but me killing the old Todd was the best.