I woke up around 3am with an almost blinding headache. It seems that nice red wine I so blithely enjoyed over dinner had ulterior motives once I was unconscious. I didn't get up to take something until about 5am, and then once it backed off, I got another hour and a half of sleep. At 5:45 and then again at 6am, my watch alarm went off, reminding me of my intent to bike in this morning. Bike with sewing needles piercing my temples? I think not.
I'm sitting here thinking about the direction things are going in lately. The winds of change I felt so strongly in the spring have dwindled to dust devils, spinning in place, moving nothing very much. I'm debating (again) getting an indoor trainer for my bike, since I'm craving more of a workout than my lunch-time or weekend warrior riding is giving me. It just feels so incredibly lame to be on a trainer. Bet Dallas gets excited when I get on and start pedalling.
how do you plead?
