Somewhere between the four mile walk on Saturday, the fifteen mile ride on Sunday, the 8 mile errand bike ride, and the night swimming lesson, both of which where on Monday. My will seems to have gone with the sun. Completely gone for the day. Normally, I'm quite cheery on gloomy days. It's the sunny days that get me down. Don't ask, I'm just as confused as you are.
After dinner, we watched the latest episode of Game of Thrones while our stomachs settled down. As we were watching our show, I could hear the rumble in the distance. Rain was coming. Begrudgingly, I put my wind vest on. I put all the lights on my trusty steed, and out there door I went. I didn't have a destination or a determined number of miles I had to ride. I just had to ride to get day two out of the way.
Ten minutes later and 1.58 miles later, I was home again. Gasping for air, and my head cap drenched in sweat. No more than 30 seconds after I walked in the door with my trusty steed by my side, the heavens spoke and unleashed a torrent of rain over my neighborhood. I chose a good time to go out and come back home.
Even though I was tired and I didn't want to ride, I found myself going as fast as I could. The words from our swim coach seem to echo in my ear. "Pace yourself Zeus!"
Be Safe and Be Green.