I actually said that today. Plus, I did an amazing imitation of Armstrong's "Look" to Ulrich. In slow motion too! Ever gone in slow motion on a bike? It's not easy.
So, Thursday was Thanksgiving. I didn't partake in too much self-abuse. That was smart. And the weather was incredible. So that meant I could ride the bike, right?
Friday morning I put on the leg warmers, the arm warmers and headed out for a ride. By mile 20 I was bare-legged and sweating. In November. Awesome. I put in about 35 miles, came home and relaxed with the family for the rest of the day.
Saturday, it was nice again, so we decided to knock out the leaves. We were done by noon. We were sore and exhausted, but it was well worth it. So we took the kids to see a movie about the love between a mouse and a toilet. Since it was Ardman, we thoroughly enjoyed it.
Sunday, once again, it was beautiful. Not quite as warm as Friday, but warm. So I went for a ride. Just a quick 30, I told my wife. Well, after that thirty I still felt spry. So I called my wife and said, "I think I'll head out over the river again. Should only be about 30 minutes or so." Well, I went out over the river and I still felt great. An hour later, I had hit 50 miles. Sweet, I said. So I decided to pack it in.
There was the mistake. I came home and decided to mow the lawn (well, vacuum up the rest of the leaves) and run the mower out. Then I cleaned the mower. Then I put down winter fertilizer. Then I packed everything away and stowed the 22 bags of yard waste we had accumulated. Then I collapsed.
Yesterday I hurt so bad that I think the only thing that wasn't aching was my hair. Even that was questionable.
So what did I do today? Went for a short recovery ride. 22 miles of relaxing cranking. Seriously, it was relaxing. I might have gone into the red zone with some hill sprinting. And one quick four mile speed-fest (20 mph, for the most part). But, other than that, it was just what the doctor ordered.
Tomorrow, I'm going back out for a hammerfest that will leave blackened chunks of my lungs on the asphalt. That'll be fun too. Because, after that? Well, look at the ten day forecast. Sigh. Back to indoor riding and that weight training I keep telling myself I'm going to do.
Maybe I'll take up knitting. Oh crap, I said that out loud. I need to hide from my wife.
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