It was the unlikeliest of days off. 47 degrees outside, sunny, if a little breezy… If ever there was a day for a half-day of hooky from work and a bike ride, it was yesterday. Unfortunately, the timing was off. I hate playing hooky (mainly because I can get used to doing it), it’s dark now at 5:30 in the evening and I really don’t like riding before 5 anyway (I don’t like the guilty feeling I give myself for not being available). The dirt roads resembled the consistency of, well, baby poop, so they were out. The paved roads were dry, but I’d be out alone and I really don’t like riding paved roads after dark. It’s not my cup of tea.
I had plenty of time to ride the trainer before my daughter’s Christmas concert…
Then I realized it’d been something like 25 days since I last took a day off of the bike. All I could think was, “Why?!” Without much more, I sat my butt down on the couch and enjoyed an episode of “Chopped”.
In years past, I’ve always taken one or two days off a week during the off-season. This year, I just felt like I was on a roll, so why not keep it going.
Well enough was finally enough. Interesting, it was kind of nice. I feel good this morning. Almost recharged. I should probably do this more often… at least until March. Once March hits, Katie bar the door.