I don’t know why it was so easy for me to ride for two weeks straight and now I can’t even manage one day. I think a lot of it has to do with stupid lies I tell myself (but Annie can tell you more about that):

My stomach hurts today.  Riding, fresh air and getting my heart rate up a tiny bit will certainly make my tummy feel better.  I don’t ride.

I’m going in early. What kind of bullshit lie is this?  Because I’m working harder/more at the office, that means I don’t have to work as hard on myself, my health or the environment?  We all know the air/temperature is a basquillion times better at 7 a.m. than it is at 8.  I don’t ride.

I’m too stressed. Another ridiculous tall tale.  Exercise and fresh air have been proven to reduce stress.  I don’t ride.

I’ll start again when I get back from vacay. Can anyone tell me why this means I shouldn’t ride now anyway?  Wow, I’m absurd!  I don’t ride.

But hey, on the plus side, what I have lacked this week in rides, I have more than made up for in lattes from Starbucks (3), far surpassing my weekly limit (1).

Harumph.