recovery

Hitting the tarmac on Sunday was an amazing experience. It felt satisfying to not only get outside and ride, but hanging out at Starbucks in the early morning hours, sipping coffee along the river was refreshing. Sadly, I was unable to ride today.

Fiesta Friday finally arrived after a non-stop, action-packed, never-ending Thursday. Regrettably, yesterday turned into another shit show at work. Instead of being able to hit the sack at 9pm, I was on phone calls until after 11pm, finally laying my head on my pillow around 11:30pm.

Prior to knocking off for the night I briefly checked the weather report and saw the weather guessers proclamation of very little expectation for rain in the morning. I quickly prepared my electrolyte bottles and then drifted off to sleep, dreaming about cycling.

Today I was unable to wake up and get out for a ride, feeling much more tired than normal at 4am. I actually did awake at that early hour, but was still feeling far too sleepy to actually pull myself out of bed.

What a wet start to the week! Monday morning has been nothing but rain, which was forecast for the previous couple days, so I had planned to take the day off for recovery. After all, I rode five days straight from Wednesday to Sunday, and my body deserves a break!