In the last nine weeks I’ve managed maybe 15 rides. Broken wrist and fingers, work, family, weather and a chest infection that has settled in for the duration. So this morning forced myself to do the commute, even though the roads had just enough wet to give an out. Slow, almost cumbersome. Felt good to turn the pedals but the first ride always feels that way. It’s getting out everyday to get the rhythm of riding and training back that is hard. About day four the easy excuses usually kick in.
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