John’s Ramblings

Thank goodness for Fridays.

Fridays are always quiet on the work front. It is a function of the ebb-and-flow of life in payroll (I work for a payroll service bureau). Mondays are ripe with meetings, Tuesdays through Thursdays are project work and possibly dealing with customer issues, but on Fridays it seems like all our clients are standing in line at the bank cashing their paychecks, because they almost never call. There may be a small flurry of activity in the morning (I had two conference calls this morning with east-coast clients, 7 and 8 a.m.), but then the phone and email goes dead around 10.

Friday is my day off the bicycle as well. Today is the day that falls between 4 straight days of riding 15-20 miles daily (some structured workouts and some group riding), and whatever “long ride” I’m doing on the weekend. This weekend is supposed to be the McClinchy Mile ride on Saturday. The forecast is for rain, however. Not that I mind riding in the rain. Hell, I’ve been doing that all winter.

Hell, I did that last night.

No, my issue would be driving 90 minutes, 70 miles to ride in the rain. I can ride in the rain right here, and not spend 3 hours driving 140 miles (round trip) for the privilege. So, unless the forecast drastically improves or my riding partners threaten to self-immolate, I may beg off on the driving portion of the day, and just do the riding part. I will just do it closer to home.

Since we last chatted, I’ve pedaled my ass the following distances:

• 31 miles on Monday, doing intervals on the Green River and Interurban Trails.
• 21 miles on Tuesday, Use it or lose it
• 17 miles on Wednesday, doing intervals in Green Valley (with a stop for 6 pounds of cajun chicken breasts at Green Valley Meats)
• 20 miles on Thursday, Use it or lose it

Today the house is quiet, the phone has quit ringing, and my only real pressure comes from the dogs wanting to go outside, because that’s the precursor to getting a treat. My legs are fatigued, and the act of going up and down the stairs gives them a little burn-factor. Time for a little carb-load-hottub-soak-stay-off-the-saddle-kinda-day.

Tomorrow, back on the bike.

824 miles year-to-date.

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