It really is amazing how much of feeling tired is mental. Like most people with full time jobs my weekday window for riding is frequently at the end of the day. Often, like yesterday, I'm exhausted at the end of the day. What I most feel like doing is plopping my ass in a chair and sipping a painfully cold Martini, not perching my ass on a narrow racing saddle and hammering away on the pedals. But, what happened yesterday is not unusual. When I was complaining of how tired I was and how much I didn't want to ride my main squeeze Heidi bluntly stated, "Ride your bike or come help us paint the house." God bless her, put in those terms the bike ride suddenly seemed more desirable. And sure enough as soon as I was actually on the bike I started feeling better. My exhuastion evaporated and I had a more than decent little ride where my legs felt solid the whole time. I guess the lesson is listen to your legs once you're on the bike, not to your brain before your ride.
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