Hit the road this morning with no enthusiasm or energy. When hobbies turn into obligations, there's less fun and more whining. Nevertheless, I got going and did 10 miles if only to keep my riding mojo going.
The funny part of the experience was the calories expended: 666. And this is the 13th entry of this blog. Coincidence? Omen?
Mentioned in the previous post, Mary is on a bicycling endurance ride of 2700 miles (Canada to Mexico), and she and thirty riders will take three weeks to ride the Rocky Mountains to the Mexican border. Dang. I dunno if I'm envious or weirded out but more power to the participants.
Stream of consciousness: I must be getting more comfortable on the streeter because I was taking more notice of my surroundings (outside of the idiot drivers) and had a song stuck in my head: Abba's "The Winner Takes It All". When songs get stuck like that, it's usually my subconscious sending me a message but I dunno what it could be this time. It'll come in time.
Word of the ride: bedeviled.
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