I love bike riding, I really do.  That can be evident by the fact that almost all my friends are bike riders, I volunteer for P2P and go to bike events throughout town when I can.

But today was an odd day.  I just didn’t feel like riding.   It was a chore to put on the gear for the (what seemed like) grueling 2-mile ride to work this morning.

I thought that once I was out the door and on the road I’d feel better.  The cool wind on my face and freedom of being on the bike would loosen me up.

But it wasn’t so.  I just never got my Groove on.  It felt odd.  I’m not sure what it was and the whole way in I honestly waited for it.  Expected it to appear.  That magical moment when we go, “ahhh, I LOVE this.”

Instead it was, “ugh, wheeze, puff.”

It wasn’t the weather, I’m one of those odd fellows that the more inclement the weather, the more I enjoy it.  “Hey! Look at me!  I’m crazy enough to be riding on glare ice at -10 below.”  It wasn’t the hour.  I ride around 6:30am on a regular basis.  I’m not sick.

So what was it?  Do you ever lose your Groove?

Till later,

Jacque – Out

P.S. The ride home was much better.  Even though I spent 8-hours on my feet taking care of sick and injured people in an emergency room and was pretty tired, I got my Groove on almost as soon as I jumped on the bike.  It was still a chore to put the gear on though.  But the ride was way worth it.