Friday, May 27, 2011
What can I say.
Tuesday I flew, it felt effortless, stayed 'on it' the whole route. Wednesday, I was zapped, the lazy parts of my mind tried to talk me out of the ride. I was just tired, not injured, not fatigued, so I knew I needed to ride. Just tired, makes a good mental and physical training ground. If I didn't ride I wouldn't feel good about myself. The ride turned out OK, and was glad I got out there.
Today a century on the gravel, I was waiting for energy to pick up, it never happened so I just kept pedaling and finished.
This weekend headed up north to visit Grandson Cole, return Sunday night and ride another century Monday on the dirt.
Seems this is going to be another year of not getting the garage and deck stained, or not remodeling a few rooms in the house, seems my heart is set on spending as much as my free time as I can riding a bicycle somewhere out in nowhere for no good reason. I guess it is what it is.