Today was one of those days. I got home after work and didn't really feel like riding. It was a little windy and I didn't feel like fighting the wind. It was a bit cold. I didn't want to be cold. I didn't want to be cold and fight the wind. I got off work at 2:30 so I really had no excuse and nothing better to do. I got loaded up with the semi-cold gear and off I went with intentions of riding slow for an hour so I wouldn't feel guilty.
Then it happened...
I wasn't 2 miles into my ride and I was loving it. How does that happen? How do you go from no motivation to smiling and daydreaming. A song came on that perked me up and I found myself busting out a little guitar heading down a country road. What the heck? 4 miles into what would be about a 40 mile ride and I was down in the drops, hands relaxed, and time trialing with a cross wind. I made a quick turn onto the rail trail and me and Mr X were full throttle for the entire ride.
Now, I sit at my computer at 9pm, my legs are still numb feeling, and I didn't even want to go for that ride.
I should do that more often.
1 week ago