Going the Distance

HTFU was not my motto Monday morning. At 4:30am I was already feeling challenged as I needed to break my bike into pieces to fit it into the trunk of the immaculate Benz. Hopefully there were no grease stains as I did not have a chain condom handy. Seriously, those exist but playing with those in low light conditions are no guarantee.

6am and I'm finally relieved as I started my roll. But internally the mental battle ensued. Do I go the distance, or instead retreat to instant gratitude. Luckily my ride is forgiving and does not judge me as I take the direct route to work. I'm still not 100%, and as much as Ocean Beach begged for me I steered clear. 19 miles doesn't match my planned 40+ miles, but it's nothing to sneeze at either. Next time, as long as I can get up again, I'll go long.