I’m tired. I could feel it last night, bad. That is, until I got back from my easy Thursday evening ride.
I just wasn’t feeling the love as I headed out. Five miles in and I stopped to help a couple stranded because they managed to drop their timing chain. I was unfamiliar with their type of eccentric bottom bracket that didn’t gave Allen wrench locking keys, it used a rather large nut (22-23 mm?) instead…. I simply didn’t have anything to get slack in the chain to set it back on the cog. Fortunately they had a ride coming to pick them up. How they dropped it is beyond me.
I got rolling again and I smiled at how good my feet felt. The new shoes are awesome. The toe box is a little bigger so my dogs have enough space…. The real test will come this weekend when I put some decent miles on them. The timing will be impeccable, but more on that later.
Getting back to my tired legs. I wish I could describe this more aptly, but I just don’t feel very powerful lately. I’m missing some liveliness that should be there. I know the answer, thankfully. I think a day off on Monday is in order. That, and another slow day today before we hammer out some good miles over the weekend.
I stopped at the shop to say hi to my friends before they rolled out for their ride, then headed home.
I pulled into my driveway expecting maybe a high fifteen, low sixteen mph average, based on how I felt and because my aim had been to ride slow anyway…. 17.8.
Maybe I’m not as tired as I thought. Sadly, I think I liked it better when everything made sense. Chuckle.