Tomorrow

I didn't eat nearly enough today. I hate when I do that. It sneaks up on me and makes me crash mid afternoon. Rest days aren't supposed to be like that. Tomorrow is better, it always is. I know where the gaps are and what happens is good.

insomnia

Today doesn't make sense, I rode well yesterday, got in solid time, not long but good. Ate a good dinner, but still had the wake up at 4 a.m., confused. Now the legs are good and if it wasn't dark and -10 outside I would probably throw the skis out the door and get in a loop on the trails. No, too much stuff to gather without waking the family. I sit here alert, sort of... thinking, maybe I should go into work and get that stuff done, nah, not enough motivation, besides I need to brush my teeth and that's upstairs where everyone is sleeping. The legs are still answering the phone, From there up it's a battle.

New power

Dust on crust today, the light dusting that I thought might make the commute a bit harder was just that, dust. By the time the mag chloride is mixed in there's nothing left but paste. I think the bike is taking a beating, salt is bad for steel, right? What about the corrosive effects of mag chloride? We don't have salt up here and I don't wash the bike every day, I should but I am tired at the end of it and need to not be. The motivation is even higher now after my little spin around the hood last night on the fresh ferrous it makes me want more work. Is that a puritan work ethic thing? I'm not pure I know that much, but I enjoy the salvation that comes with a 7 a.m. ride at 19 degrees. That brings purity. No excuses.