Friday, April 03, 2009
It's been six days since Boggs and I have been on one short ride. The goo that filled my lungs is long gone, but I can't seem to motivate myself to get back in the saddle. I'm in a funk. I've lost my mojo.
Psychologically, it's tough to bounce back from missing something you worked so hard for, especially when it's snatched from you in the eleventh hour. All the rides in the cold and the rain for naught.
At first I thought I'd just regroup, keep grinding and get ready for the 8-hour race in Cool. But a day went by, then two, then three . . .
Sunday I leave for an 8-day, bike-free, family vacation in Los Angeles and San Diego. Add that to a week of resting for the Boggs race and getting sick, plus a week of being lazy, and that pretty much ends all hope of being fit for Cool in May.
On the positive side, I know I'll come back from vacation hungry to ride. I might even find my missing mojo. I'm hoping it's waiting for me on a beach somewhere in San Diego.