Today was to be a recovery ride. Before leaving the house I told myself to just go out and spin for 25 to 30 miles. You know, keep the heart rate at about 50 to 60% of max. Well I was doing fine until a guy crosses in front of me at an intersection and starts heading the same direction I am. We were going about the same speed. Indeed, he was only about 20 yards ahead of me for about four miles. During this four miles I thought, "You could just drop down a gear and blow by him." But, I stopped myself and said, "Whoa, big boy, this is just a recovery ride." Another two miles go by, and I'm thinking, "I'm tired of this guy's jersey. Just shoot past him, leave him in the dust and be done with it." Once again I stop myself and think, "You can do this. You can let him ride his ride and you ride your ride." Well, that lasted for about another half mile, at which point I found myself, dropping down three gears, and cranking by the other rider at over 22 mph. After he was just a speck in my rear view mirror, I eased up and went back to my "recovery ride" mode. When, oh when, will I be able to discipline myself enough to control that competitive beast within? I'm actually serious about this. I'd like someday to mature enough to be able to control the competitive urges.