Last week was a total bust in terms of cycling. All of my good intentions to ride just kept coming up short. I can blame rain and lightning and work and all of those other typical excuses but when it comes down to it, I just didn't feel like riding my bike. I could have planned better. Although I did make a solid effort to ride yesterday.
I woke up early and headed to the big, scary hills (yes, we have those in Florida) for a group ride. I wasn't feeling into it on the hour long drive out to the hills and I really wasn't feeling it when I got there. There were a lot of other riders that I didn't know and talks of riding hard and that the local police in this itty bitty town weren't too happy with cyclists. So, at the very last minute, I decided I didn't want to do it. I just flat out decided that I wanted to ride alone and where I knew the route. Yes, I had a bike anxiety day. I haven't had one in a long while but it happened and I'm over it. Let's move on.
|RIP Mr. Squirrel|