For the first day since mid-April, or 71 work days, I didn’t ride my bike to work. A number of things conspired against me. The nasty threatening storm this morning discouraged riding in. Then at lunch, I needed to drop my cross bike off at East Coast to get the disc brakes installed. (I’m preparing the bike for the epic rides of vacation and, of course, Ironcross V in mid-October.) Disc brakes make a huge difference on those screaming downhills, more than making up for the slight weight penalty. Wish they were legal for other cross racing.
Caution: whining ahead. The other issue is my bum back. I haven’t ridden since last Tuesday, other than the short hops to work last week. Every morning I wake up with a lot of pain in my lumbar region. Don’t know what I did. It actuall started last Sunday after the state road race, but seemed to ebb. Then I did another hard ride Tuesday night and it flared like again. Maybe this break is good. I’ll be able to rebuild in time for cross season. Maybe my back pain is my body’s way of saying it’s time to take a little break. But I’ve been in a cruddy mood.
Biking is my mood elevator. Bike commuting is a joy compared to climbing in the car and driving the short distance home. I can vary my routes, engage with the world, get a little exercise. It’s such a mental difference than driving back and forth. I’ll have to start a new streak tomorrow, whatever my back says.