Professionally, let's just say life has been kicking me in the balls (for too long).
My Theme Song lately
When it really should be more like this.
After a particularly un-nerving correspondence it was time to go home.
I had planned on just going home, but I remembered some silly Strava challenge I signed up for. I never seem to do very well at Strava games because they are always based on road riding. I put in a good amount of hours on the bike, but because alot of it is on dirt, I fall short of Strava's bar.
I was 73 k short of the challenge (that's 45 miles in my world). The short way commute is 55 k (34 miles), and the climby way is 60k (37 miles). But if I rode to Simsbury it would be 46 miles, oh, sorry, I mean
I felt good, but I just wanted to go home. I don't need to be concerned with Strava's roadie games.
But as I got to the short way turn, I kept going. Same thing when I got to the climby way turn.
I needed to accomplish something today, even if it was some virtual nonsense.
So I did.