I've taken the past two weeks off. Now, one week was for a vacation, but I have no excuse by laziness for the second week. I'm starting to feel sluggish and heavy.
Then, last night I had to tell Nicole's uncle that I couldn't ride the ULCER with him this year. I have a very good reason that I'm excited about, but it does mean no training rides in July. Bummer.
Now, I'm about to get back on that road to nowhere as I take a commute ride home. I kind of committed, half-way, to take a more challenging route home, taking on some hills and additional distance; I guess I'd better live up to that. As Lance Armstrong said a few years back in preparation for Le Tour de France, "We know the bike's fast, now we just have to see if the man is." (If the quote's slightly off, please forgive me. I'm going by memory.)
It looks like it's time to tackle the short pitch on 3200 West between 5400 and 6200 South for tonight's fun. I don't think I'm quite up to adding in the 3600 West clime in addition. Maybe later in the week?
I could pull out an analogy between my inactivity in cycling and church service as of late, but I really don't feel that motivated to think. I just need to get out and ride. Then, I need to call a few people about church service opportunities before family night begins in earnest.
Time to get my tender toushie on the saddle.
Update: (Okay, more of an admission) I did not take the 3200 West route home since my tires had lost a fair amount of inflation and I was worried about flatting if I took a longer route. This turned out to be a wise choice, since I discovered upon arriving home that my tires were both at only 2/3 my regular pressure, or 4 bar instead of 6 bar. If I had only checked the schraeder to presta adapter in my air compressor before leaving home this morning I could have made the ride. Oh, woulda, coulda shoulda.
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