I recently went on a five-day stretch without riding and to be completely honest I really didn’t miss it, until I did.
I did a short ride last Wednesday, it was just under 20 miles and pretty much a Better Than The Trainer Ride®. I sort of “meh.” I just had no real want to do anything but get the ride over with and get home. I don’t think I even took any photos during the ride, which might be a first.
We got some thunderstorms overnight and on Thursday I had no real desire to drag me and my bike through the soft, gritty dirt road sand and mud. So, I “ran” 3 miles on the treadmill and lifted heavy things for no reason other than to attempt to lift my pecs up off my belly. Both activities actually felt good.
Friday was filled getting a bunch of stuff done before we headed out of town for B’s first soccer tournament of the 2017/18 season. The next two days were spent at soccer pitches cheering on my boy and taking photos. His team did well, went 3 and 1 and won the championship.
Home on Sunday evening I chilled with some beers and planned out everything I needed to catch up on come Monday. If a ride happened, great. If not, who cares? It didn’t.
Finally, we get to today: I got out on the Boone for just under 30 miles of dirt and gravel and it felt great. Mind, body, and legs all felt good and best of all, I wanted to be on the bike. The roads were tacky from some light rain overnight, but for the most part they were packed and fast rolling.
I had a some stuff to do once I got home, including mowing the lawn of the Cul-de-Sac Shack, so I didn’t waste too much time taking photos. Still, it felt great to be back on the bike and I feel like my time away from it did me well. Hopefully the rest of the week will provide some more time in the saddle.
Later.