It is Friday after Sunday's 70.3. I was instructed by my coach not to workout this week. It sounds great; for the first couple of days. Then you start to get the itch. You look outside and imagine yourself out on a run. The weather doesn't matter. In fact the worse the weather the better. Last night it was cold and wet. I could see myself getting the long running pants on and my running shell. I would head out into the nasty weather with light gloves and a loose knit cap.
Or maybe it is a crisp Saturday Morning, my helmet is strapped on and I am beginning a 60 mile 3 hour ride. At first the cold air bites your knuckles. As you warm up your ride becomes smooth and comfortable. The sun gets bright and you get warmer still. You unzip the top of your riding jacket and cool air rushes in. Leaning forward on your aeros the quiet of the morning touches your soul. You are no longer a human form with legs pumping. The bike and you have a united purpose, to cut the wind, to smooth out the bumps on the road. You and the bike are moving straight and true. The only sound is a light steady hum. It's that noise your tires make as each square millimeter of surface area quickly touches and releases the road as the wheel turns.
The miles roll on now. Almost effortlessly the minutes tick by. Your cadence has not wavered one bit. Its warmer and the sun is getting higher in the sky. The sun reflects off many of the surfaces around you. you feel as you could go on forever.
Oh so how difficult it is to rest!!!!!!!!
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