Every so often, I get restless. Ok, well, I get restless a lot. I am goal oriented to a fault and need something on the horizon to keep me pushing, striving. My boyfriend made the mistake of goading me into riding across Iowa in a day, telling me I needed to find other riders and plan a route, and he’d make sure we had transportation covered. I’m not sure he realized that once the gauntlet has been thrown down, I won’t give up on something! Here’s the story of our day.
Planning something is one of my favorite things to do regardless of WHAT I’m planning. I especially like planning new cycling routes or coordinating rides, and this was the ride that showed me how much I love ultracycling.
I haven’t decided if I’m tenacious or stubborn. To me, it appears the delineating characteristic of “stubborn” is the part of the definition that references someone’s resistance to change course “in spite of good arguments or reasons to do so”
I felt more hyper at work (full caffeine coffee will do that to a girl..) and I felt slightly angry at the world. I had snapped at a coworker the day before and I knew I couldn’t afford to do that again … so I fled. Time on my bike was just what I needed.
I’ve spent the last few months brainstorming all the various things that could go wrong [at the Alexander 380] and how I should prepare for them. When I saw that the weather today would be a blustery, windy mess AND we got rain last night, I decided it would be a “great” evening to go ride in the name of Alexander training.
I was itching for a long ride outdoors. I woke up feeling more introverted than usual and also a tad pessimistic about the weather and my ability to successfully power a bicycle. I said to heck with it, I was going to go ride my bike anyway, cold weather and crankiness be damned.