And if I had gone straight up instead of doodling around Townsville all day, I would have really gotten someplace. (actually, this satellite is only 65 km up, but you get my drift).
A perfect winter day, I swear I am not even sweaty! Georgeous blue skies, no wind to speak of and a day to cycle. Who wouldn't want to do a 100 km day under such conditions. I am surprised that I feel great, nothing hurts, and I would head out the door and go some more if that wasn't just obsessive/complusive.