Man, was I gassed today. Just flat out dead.
I went out last night -it was in the high 40's (pretty cool for the coast) and I was going against a 14-20 mph NNW head wind just about the whole way, it seems. The kind of wind that just smacks you to a crawl when it gusts. It was pushing from the side and the front and sometimes from thesideandthefront. I only did 10 miles but I felt everyone of them. I was pretty zapped when I got home.
I didn't really feel highly motivated this morning -heck, I didn't feel motivated at all- but it just looked so nice out and I knew I'd feel guilty, so I made myself go. A ride I've done, what feels like 1000 times. Just my standard loop around town. When I turned around to go back home, for the first time I just wished I didn't have to ride back. I would have quit right there if I could have. It was still fun being on the bike but I just felt like I was pedaling in sludge. It was all could do to keep pushing my way back. The only reason I didn't call Mrs S and ask her to come get me was pride. I still managed to squeeze out 18 but I took the easiest way back that I could find.
Today was just a labor -literally- of love. I can't wait to go back out again
Just whining. It's not just for Deeg.