It's midwinter around here, 35 degrees or lower, dark by 5:30 (I know that's nothing to you Midwesterners, but it's cold for me). I try to grind out enough miles, between the gym and the road, that I won't be at a dead stop in April, and I wait for spring.
But last weekend I was down in California and it was 67 degrees and sunny, and I just got on the bike and went for a random ride for a couple of hours. I didn't think about intensity or my pulse rate or intervals or whether I should climb the hill instead of going around and stopping at the coffee place to read the Sunday paper, and it was GREAT.
I know I've blown the whole season, but I wanted to get it off my chest.
But last weekend I was down in California and it was 67 degrees and sunny, and I just got on the bike and went for a random ride for a couple of hours. I didn't think about intensity or my pulse rate or intervals or whether I should climb the hill instead of going around and stopping at the coffee place to read the Sunday paper, and it was GREAT.
I know I've blown the whole season, but I wanted to get it off my chest.