Max's Miscellaneous Musings

I had intended to participate in the Bike Week women's ride this morning.  A 25 or 40Km trundle around Sandgate with a bunch of likeminded women.  I wanted to go because I figured it'd be a laid-back group ride big enough to have a presence but not so big as to be a big swarm.

I rode to/from work yesterday, and the ride home was hellish.  Headwinds most of the way.  I decided last night I'd probably be too knackered to do the ride today.  I felt bad about it, but MaxBabe wisely told me that I could always change my mind in the morning if I felt good.

I slept in until 0600.  The ride starts at 0630 (a mere three minutes away).  There's no way I'd make it there on time.  And I am absolutely kicking myself, because a) it is a BEAUTIFUL day outside, b) I really wanted to do this ride and c) I should've known I'd be tired from riding to/from work, and planned things so I didn't ride yesterday.

So now instead of riding my bike, I am riding a wave of disappointment.  I know it will ebb soon, but for now I'm sad about it.