Bikeinsomnia; Ride four. I had absolutely nothing. A lot more kilometres were ridden as opposed to last Tuesday's debacle of a ride but I suffered.
"Is this what comes with turning thirty nine?" I often wondered today. Knowing deep down I just have some sort of weird virus. I am typing this in a weird sweat combined with a slight chill accompanied by a slight case of being a big bitch.
The ride started in Forest Heights and was ok until after riding through Andre's trail. That is where all the energy was sapped out. I think only three or four kilometres in. How incredibly sad.
I didn't turn around and made myself ride to Rundle park to soak in the refinery fumes. A frustrating stop at the skating shack for a warm up to find it locked and I left and limply rode the top of the valley and dropped back in at Concordia School.
The ride was very uneventful so if I were you I wouldn't even bother reading this last couple sentences. But before you leave. The trails from what I rode seemed to be in much better shape. Unlike myself.
All this being said, some time off the bike is definitely in order.
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| the bike was so unimpressed by the sluggish ride it tried to escape, what an asshole bike i have |
