It's time. No excuses. I'm back.
After spending last week ill, springing the clocks ahead, 40 weekend miles, and a 3 hour nap instead of an 8 hour sleep...
I rode to work.
I walked to my workout (9 minutes) - which I abandoned before the end for lack of energy or an impending sense of doom.
I walked back to work. (11 minutes)
I rode the bus most of the way home. It takes some effort to put the 3 inch Hookworm tires into the 2 inch bike racks.
I rode the rest of the way home.
I single occupant drove to the school. I was going to bring him home in the BOB trailer - which he loves - but, still knackered, I couldn't find the energy within.
I multi-occupant drove home.
Oh, and I helped a little old lady pick up her dropped bag of groceries on the bus.
It was a good day. I'm looking forward to more just like it.
3 comments:
Knackered? Little old lady?
Well normally I'd just point and laugh as I drove by.
I know that knackered feeling.
fter riding home in a headwind yesterday, I shoved that feeling aside and rode another 12 miles, on single-track. Sometimes getting on the bike when you're exhausted actually invigorates you. This was one of those times.
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