3 months ago
Thursday, March 19, 2009
I got home from work yesterday and I wasn't in a very good mood. Amy asked what was wrong and I gave her an earful. I had planned on riding after work all day and with the mood I was in and the wind outside I tried to bail on my ride. I just didn't want go. I worked off of reflex. I went down stairs. Stared at the piles of cloth. Picked out what would be best for the temps and wind. I went with the base layer and jersey, fleece arm warmers, leg warmers under shorts, toe covers, and wind breaker vest. Clip on the mp3 and I am out. It took all of 2 miles to forget my day. I left pissed off so I rode straight into the wind so I could grunt and grrrrr. When I thought I might have to call Amy to get me I turned so I could ride a cross wind. It felt so much easier. I rode that cross wind tilted one side to remain balanced. I hit all my little hills and turned back for more cross wind. I was sick of that cross wind but knowing I would have an easy ride back with the wind behind me I put my head down and made my legs suffer. Mile after mile I kept thinking it will be so nice to have that wind behind me so in the mean time I can really burn the legs before I get there. I make my turn home and I was right, 25-28mph seems easy when I could barely do 15 earlier. Motivated by new found speed I reach down to the drops and time trial all the way home. So much for that easy ride with the wind, it was too much fun to go fast. Sprint the imaginary finish line close to home and coast into the garage spent. Amy asks me how my ride was, "It was great, just what I needed, and I am in a much better mood", I reply. After that I forgot about my day and today its like it never happened.