...or at least that's what my hubby teased! Don't worry, he doesn't really think that. ;)
I should have done my weekly long ride last night, because it's supposed to rain this weekend. I should have done 43 miles, but I just did not feel like it. I decided that in order to get out on the bike at all, I would just do a ride that I thought was fun. Unfortunately, none of the nearby trail options or rush hour streets excited me. So I set out anyway hoping that a new route would spontaneously appear somewhere along the old route. It didn't. Then about 6 miles into the ride, I passed a runner and thought, "That looks fun! I want to do that today instead of biking!" Every once in a while, when I haven't been running for a while...I think it will feel good somehow. LOL
So, I turned the bike around and arrived home having ridden 12.75 miles. I switched my bike shorts for some stretch pants and started running. I quickly remembered what running feels like. Like travelling an agonizingly slower pace than on my bike while telling every muscle in my body to "move!" every 0.4 seconds. I used to run cross country and track. I even did a half marathon once! But last night, I ran two, slow miles.
All the crabbiness aside, I finished the work out happy and feeling really good! You know that great oxygenated+fatigued feeling you sometimes get post-exercise?
I think I'm a little intimidated by the increasing mileage I should be riding. I need that new road bike (no, I haven't gotten one yet) to peak my excitement again. And I need to put in more miles outside of my long day.
Well, I guess I'll have to do that 43-mile ride between the rain drops this weekend! Wish me luck!
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