Well, not at first. This morning we headed out to Gatineau Park again, and aimed for the usual loop of 35k. I felt flat, but once I started moving, I felt pretty good. I started grinding up the hills, and trying to overtake some smaller ones. Felt good. I even powered up the Lac Pink hill better than usual. But then that was about it - the tank was empty! I still kept grinding along, suffering the whole way, and getting about as close to puking as I ever have (which, really, wasn't that close, but still). Anyways, once I got over feeling sorry for myself, I just kept grinding along and pushed as hard as I could to catch Ben (that bastard is fast). And in the end, I finished with very shaky legs.
Biking to work after that was rather difficult, and I was proud of feeling like that. I pushed myself harder than usual, kept myself uncomfortable for longer than I like to, and got the legs worn right out. Biking home was as much of a chore, even after sitting in my office for 8hrs. I got nearly 3hrs of riding today, 90min of that in very hilly terrain, and that's like putting money in the bank.