You wake up, and part of you is trying to talk the rest of you out of riding this morning, whining mostly, of course, and you get dressed anyway, and you get on the bike, and you put in some miles (in my case, ten), and you feel the wind and the sun and the blood rushing through your veins, and you smile because you overcame the Inner Couch Potato once again, who is getting more and more upset with you because you ride?

Sure is to me!