What? Friday Already?

It has not been a very good week riding-wise. As usual, I'm having a difficult time adjusting to the colder morning temperatures, especially since they always coincide with the late-fall motivational void I feel this time of year. On top of that, work has put a little kink in my plans the last couple of days, which is to say I've been out to eat too much and out to ride too little. I did make it out Wednesday and Thursday, and both rides were good, but I feel heavy and sluggish and generally lazy when I'm stuffed into the knee-warmers and thick jerseys and shoe-covers.

I woke up this morning and started doing the math, trying to convince myself I could get in a ride and still make the morning meeting. I admit, it was a half-hearted effort. Had it been April, I probably would have come to a different conclusion, but on this day in November, with the temperature in the 40s and the wind blowing the trees around, my Boolean logic quickly yielded only a predictable "false."

My timing today was such that if I'd ridden I would have had to rush in order to make my meeting, but since I didn't ride , I was left with an extra 45 minutes or so, which, despite some nagging guilt, was happily spent at the local Starbucks checking email. I was surprised that the temperature hardly rose at all during the day, thanks to a cold front that came through in the early morning. At mid-afternoon on a sunny day it's still only 54F, which is pretty chilly by my standards, and we might even dip into the 30s here in town tonight. Maybe I'll have to break down and try to light the pilot light on the furnace tonight! At least it's warmer than it is Up in Alaska where Jill has just self-published a book on her exploits (Ghost Trails). I got my copy yesterday. If you enjoy reading about someone's experiences doing things generally considered to be absolutely crazy, this book's for you.