Sore butt when I took off from the house this morning from the commute home last night and not having ridden in 2 months. My mind was playing games. Telling me that it would be so much easier to just drive to work. But then I think about my weight and my family history of heart disease and then I see this gorgeous sunrise. I stopped and took a picture. Once I got to work I was glad I rode even if I am 10 minutes slower than I was 2 months ago. It feels great. It's a strange play between motivation prior and enjoyment afterwards; even when you know you'll feel good when it's over it's hard to take that first step... but the rewards are worth it.
Later.
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