Truth be told, I haven't been riding much lately.  I'm not entirely sure why but in 2018, everything hurts.  My knees ache.  My neck and shoulders hurt.  I even managed to hurt my back on Friday getting up off the crapper.  Life has started to feel like a sad Jimmy Buffet song.​

With that being said, I've been chewing on setting some lofty goals for myself coming into the fall, winter and spring months.  More rides.  Bigger rides.  More races.  More activity.  The body in motion tends to stay in motion, they say.  

Given the fact that the back felt well enough to jump in the saddle and given the fact that the house was empty due to my girls all making the decision to go see a movie, I made the decision to quit feeling sorry for myself and get my  ass moving.  I had no ride in mind.  I thought about the canals but given the monsoons lately, I was afraid they'd be blown out.  Same concern with the trails at Santan.  As a path of least resistance, I went with a bastardized mix of canals and seldomly used roads.  I left at 1pm hot, which may have not been what I wanted but as it turned out, it was what I needed.  Painful miles on a single speed plus bike.  As with most rides, I left worried about life and pissed off for how I've been feeling and just my general attitude towards the world lately.  As with most rides, I finished feeling a whole hell of a lot better about myself. 

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