Lonely on the Levee

Monday morning on the levee. The temperature was a bit nippy, but pretty normal for this time of year, and I'm sure there would have been a nice group of riders for the morning ride except for one thing. It was Monday. Apparently the Monday Phenomenon is not restricted to cyclists, however. It was quite lonely on the levee today, and if I'd done my usual long ride the day before I would likely have been grateful for the opportunity for some 15 mph down time. As it was, however, I'd spent most of Sunday talking about how to improve bicycle racing with a good bunch of guys, some of whom had made long drives in order to attend. However, I hadn't been home for five minutes after that meeting when I had to head over to my mother's house for dinner, and by the time I got back I was not really too inclined toward digging through my notes in order to write up a summary of the meeting, or contact the event promoters with unresolved date conflicts, or dream about the perfect BAR/BAT system. I fired up the laptop, checked for critical work-related email, shut it down and went to bed.

So by morning I was more than ready for a ride, and it didn't really matter much that I was the only one out there. In fact, I enjoyed the chance to roll a nice steady pace with few distractions, trying hard to avoid thinking much about anything beyond my own long shadow on the bike path. Then, as I was heading back near the country club, I saw Viv coming up the levee. The timing was perfect and we hardly even missed a beat as we met up and rode the last few miles in to Carrollton where she split off to her Pilates class and I cruised home once again to start a day in the life ......