rest

the last bits of a rest week, it feels good to watch the giro in the am without the guilt of not ridng in the pm. little b is napping so i may cut this short and nap too. the body is slowly coming back to life, i really overdid it, a big block without realizing what i was doing. it feels very good to relax, and know that my form will return. to race with enthusiasm but not pressure. i'm 35 now and pressure on the bike is behind me, being your own worst critic is a killer. no outside pressure to ride away from, just the pressure from myself to go better and be faster and win more. you can't hide from yourself! thankfully the love of the bike in all of it's forms never leaves, i still feel like that twelve year-old riding out of sight of the house with nowhere to go, getting lost and finding my way back by dinner. i still want to explore on whatever bike is closest. still love to pedal. what could be better, playing with a toy that takes you to such cool places under your own power.