It’s Monday. I planned to bike 20 miles every day this week. When I woke up the wind was still howling and I didn’t want to get up. When I finally got up I didn’t want to do anything. Was my body telling me to take a rest day? Would I listen?
Saturday I biked 26 difficult miles, some in the hills and some in the strong winds and it was a struggle getting home through the head winds. Sunday I only went around town, about 21 miles but still I couldn’t escape the strong winds. It was definitely better than Saturday though and I was feeling much more optimistic about my plans.
We live less than 4 km, or less than 2 1/2 miles from the Pan-American highway. This morning I set off in that direction with a strong tail wind so I just flew down the road. We picked up some things at the vegetable market and headed back towards home, now facing the wind. I knew I wasn’t going any 20 miles today but I wanted to do more than this short trip, so I did another ride down and back. By the time I got home the second time though, I was done. The winds were so strong that I was in my low climbing gears and still fighting, and sometimes they threatened to blow me off course.
I suppose biking in these winds is good exercise, and it’s probably good that they are the worst coming home because I know if I want to get home, I have to tough it out and cycle through them. I don’t feel too bad now but when I walk, I can definitely feel that my muscles are tired.
The spirit is willing but the flesh is old and doesn’t always want to go along with my program *sigh* However, when motivated by something I really want to do, the spirit is very persistent and tomorrow is another day.