I'm full of shit

I'm average, I enjoy taking the process or program or whatever you want to call what amateurs do in the winter when the rest of the country is getting fat(ter) to heart. I know nothing I do will drastically affect what happens in March, April or November. I have my tools in my bag and what I do now can only tune the machine, it has the capacity it does. Nonetheless, nothing makes me happier than going out for a ride or a ski when most of the others wouldn't, one more lie I can tell myself mid suffer mid summer or mid fall. I do it a lot, lie to myself when the clock is on the wrong side, the legs and lungs and brain aren't getting along, all of the system, the machine is going pear-shaped. "You do 10 more minutes of this and you get a week off" I'm full of shit but sometimes it works, like a teenager trying to get his girlfriend in bed, lies and half truths to get what you want. That being said; today is a rest day. I might have earned it but I doubt it.