There comes a day when you don't want to pedal, make an effort and you want to fall on the grass and watch the clouds. That day just dawned on me.
Of course, I did my kilometers to make it match, but it wasn't joy, it was compulsion. I had no joy today. Maybe that's how it has to be sometimes.
I didn't feel bad about it, maybe even good. It's such truancy from intense sport, I guess sometimes necessary. When your body tells you to sit down and relax, so do it.
