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Starting is always the hardest part.
Went to dinner with the wife and we were done by 630. I didn't over eat or anything because I "wanted" to go on a ride.
We stop by Sams Club and get the stuff that we needed. (They have a good deal on Reebok Gym shorts right now btw...)
The hardest part about any type of exercise is the first few days. I have been "wanting" to go on a ride since last week, but haven't followed through. Here is my list of excuses:
1. Too Hot
2. Too Fat
3. Too tired
The first 2 are legit, but the last was an excuse. So I get home from shopping and start procrastinating. But then for some reason at about 750 I decided that I had to go.
Filled up the Camelpak and checked the air on the tires. I was on the road by 8. I ended up only getting just short of 5 miles in, but I felt a sense of accomplishment. (I could have gone another 2 miles, but it gets dark here for some reason around 820-830, when when we were in Utah it didn't get dark until well after 9, can't figure that one out.)
This morning...My arse is a tad sore (see Fat) and my elbows are a bit sore (see Fat) but the best part? I feel great. Like a have some endorphens running through my body that I don't normally have. That is the best part about riding, because it makes me want to go again tonight.
Now I just have to follow through...
BTW...my wife was proud of me. She knows I am a procrastinator and I always put things off. She gave me the biggest hug this morning though. Chicks are weird.
Went to dinner with the wife and we were done by 630. I didn't over eat or anything because I "wanted" to go on a ride.
We stop by Sams Club and get the stuff that we needed. (They have a good deal on Reebok Gym shorts right now btw...)
The hardest part about any type of exercise is the first few days. I have been "wanting" to go on a ride since last week, but haven't followed through. Here is my list of excuses:
1. Too Hot
2. Too Fat
3. Too tired
The first 2 are legit, but the last was an excuse. So I get home from shopping and start procrastinating. But then for some reason at about 750 I decided that I had to go.
Filled up the Camelpak and checked the air on the tires. I was on the road by 8. I ended up only getting just short of 5 miles in, but I felt a sense of accomplishment. (I could have gone another 2 miles, but it gets dark here for some reason around 820-830, when when we were in Utah it didn't get dark until well after 9, can't figure that one out.)
This morning...My arse is a tad sore (see Fat) and my elbows are a bit sore (see Fat) but the best part? I feel great. Like a have some endorphens running through my body that I don't normally have. That is the best part about riding, because it makes me want to go again tonight.
Now I just have to follow through...
BTW...my wife was proud of me. She knows I am a procrastinator and I always put things off. She gave me the biggest hug this morning though. Chicks are weird.
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