I pedal away from the house.
My legs feel like goo.
Heavy, sore, sluggish, slow.
Good thing today is a recovery ride.
No reason to push hard.
Just ride along, ride along.
What is this I feel?
A loseness in my legs?
A freedom of motion?
Instinctively my legs speed up.
Push a little harder.
And off I go.
So much for recovery.
Because this feels good.
Too good to slow down.
Time for reward.
If I can't have a recovery ride.
I'll have a recovery beer.
2 comments:
i soooo sympathize!
btw why did you delete your comments? :)
Alcoholics go to recover to stop drinking. We drink to recover, eh? Here's to a healthy lifestyle! Sluuurrrp.
Oh, I couldn't get the link to show up right, so I nixed comment...
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