I haven't ridden in a month. But, I have two excuses. One: daylight savings time stole my sunlight. It's not safe to ride around here in the dark. Too many wackos Two: it's cold! I hate riding in the cold. Do you know when you ride in the cold, the wind chill increases?! It's insane. So, I'm going to go to the gym and ride a stupid stationary bike. Dumb winter. Why? Oh, why did I decide to start riding right when the weather went south - literally?
My bike is leaning against the couch because I don't want to hang it up. Hanging it up seems so permanent. Like I'm never going to ride again. And I must ride. I must. I need to feel the speed. OK. So that doesn't happen often except for spurts down hill. I need to feel the wind - not freezing wind - but, wind in my face. I need to hear that inner voice in my head saying, "Go Faster! Don't stop! Go Farther! Don't listen to your legs. Just GO!" I need to feel the accomplishment of reaching a goal.
I'm not giving up. Just changing my approach.
