...next time I take four (oh, all right, five) weeks off the bike. I was getting into pretty good shape in May, but a combination of work stuff, a neglected house and yard and laziness kept me off for more than a month. I went out today with my son, him on his mountain bike and me on my high-zoot roadie. He's pretty fit, but not a cyclist, and I can generally stay with him despite the difference in our ages. Today we stooged around for 15 miles or so, and i was feeling OK, and then he said, "Dad, I've got some stuff to do--if you're all right, I'm going to take off."
If I'm ALL RIGHT? Punk, I was riding this hill before you were born.
"No...gasp, pant, heave," I said. "That's fine, I'm good." And then he DID take off, over the top and out of sight down the half-mile straight before I got to the summit, and when I got home I sat down to change clothes and fell asleep for an hour.
I used to snap back from a layoff like that in two or three days. Now I'm hoping to be walking again by Fourth of July.