Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Unfinished Business

Stuck late at the office. This tosses my evening in disarray. "Screw it" I say, "too late to ride." I sat on my couch with that miserable feeling. The urge that something was left to be done... so I slip into the dark humid still night air. Just me and the possums. City possums are not scared of bikers. Garbage day was moved this week because of Memorial day. I think they are confused.

Something is in the night air. And it made my lungs burn. My legs felt like concrete, too. It's a simple threshold ride but I can't complete it. Atleast I gave it a shot. It's really late, too. Or early. Depends on your point of view. It's either 1:30A Tuesday night, or Wednesday morning. Either way I need shower, sleep, and prep for tomorrow.