So, I'm not riding today and damn do I feel guilty. Its the second day in a row. Yesterday I felt justified in it. It was hot as hell and more humid than I remember it being at any other day of the summer... Plus I had promised my sons that I would put their new bunk bed together. So, yesterday I chalked up to a recovery day as cyclists call them. I needed it after the mini-disaster that Sunday turned out to be.
But today I'm not riding even though I looked forward to it all day at work. I constantly imagine myself riding and how good it would feel even though on some of the hills I know I'd suffer. I keep upping the ante inside my head- I'll ride faster, farther, be stronger, feel prouder and better. And as much as I looked forward to it, I'm not riding today.
Its still hot and humid, but today there are also big black thunderheads which I'm using as my most convenient excuse to not ride today. And yeah, I'm STILL tired from not getting much sleep Sunday. I slept ok last night, but not long enough and so while I'm feeling motivated, I'm looking for an excuse to not ride... figure that one out. I have a rain jacket and in some perverse way I'm looking forward to riding in the rain intentionally (or not...) one day soon, but I guess not if I may get struck by lightning in an ugly downpour.
Plus its the beginning of the month and I'm looking forward to putting some miles into this month.
So, second recovery day or am I whoosing out on this one?
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