Perspective.

If I have a ride planned in my head and I cannot do it, I tend to freak out a bit. Sunday was Mother's Day and knew I would not ride, most likely, but thought I may be able to sneak in 2 hours of recovery after Saturday's Main Event, (more on this once I remember to bring my camera cord home form work). But with family events and rain the ride did not happen. Oh well, I'll ride Monday night while Jen and the girls are at the gym and doing the Zumba thing. I even toyed with riding late into the night.

But again plans were changed. Jen called me at work to tell me the husband of a good friend took his own life that morning. Not going to lie, the first thought that went into my head was my ride for the night was out. But this time I did not care. While riding for me is important, both mentally and physically, it became pretty frivolous in an instant. Jen stayed with her friend offering any support she could and I hung out with my girls enjoying their company. Much better than any ride.

I cannot help the feelings I get from not riding: feeling fat, I'm going to suck at the Royal 162, and on and on... But really whatever. Give me a few hours and I will be in another state of mind and ready to rip it up! Tonight is the Tuesday Road Ride. Fingers are crossed the storms hold off.
I have still not been on my mtb's yet this year. The wet fall, snowy winter, and wet spring are all making the trail drying a very slow process. I may start in fall and not worry about it!

Time to go build some bikes at work...

Out.