2018 mileage: 2830.7
It feels as if I have been getting extremely slothful recently—only riding on alternate days last week, and not at all over the weekend. And today I felt as if I really wimped out.
In part, this was because of the conditions. I started at 12:45, riding in a 51° gray gloom that was enhanced by a healthy cooling breeze (10 mph from the north, but with gusts significantly higher.)
The bigger reason, however, was "listening to my body" and trying to do what seemed prudent. I have only been able to sleep through the night twice in the quarter century since my accident (May 22, 1993) I am invariably up for an hour or two sometime between midnight and 4 a.m., composing, reading, and going online. Usually I am able to crawl back into bed and resume sleeping .... but last night, after waking just before midnight, I never could resume sleep, though I tried from 2 until 5 a.m., watching the clock crawl slowly through those three hours.
And then this morning, I thought a nap was justifiable—but I couldn't sleep then, either, though I tried for almost two hours!
So, between the sleep deprivation and fighting the cold wind, I wimped out and settled for a single round trip to Marsh Park, riding 10.2 miles in 1:09.
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