Having gone through a massive slump from last Thanksgiving to the first of this July...walking pnemonia, a subborn saddle sore (rode with dirty shorts on time), and a period with bum wheels getting rebuilt...I just couldn't get in any rythum whatsoever. 30 miles here and there, but nothing consistant. Put on a bunch of weight, and lost my motivation. I can't have fun unless there's some kind of benefit beyond just ridng around the neighborhood. For me, weight loss/control has to be at least part of the equation.

But come July, my bike was back together, I felt fine, and I started out riding every other day, 30 miles at first, and now up to 80. I feel great, lost some weight, and can't wait to get out on the road.

I've been through this enough times in the past 10 years to understand that it happens, and the bike will always resurface as a postive force in my life, physically and emotionally.