Suck It Up Sunday

Nine o'clock already
I was just in the middle of a dream
I was ridin' my 29er
Through a mud-clouded Arkansas stream
But I can't be late
'Cause then I guess I just won't get paid
These are the days
When you wish your power file was already made

It's just another suck it up Sunday
I wish it was Monday
Cause that's my rest day
My "I'll be riding well the next day"
It's just another suck it up Sunday

Have to ride four more hours
Got to push my weekend total to nine
And if I had some ster-o-roids
My legs still would bounce back on time
'Cause it takes me so long
Just to figure out what I'm gonna wear
Blame it on the snow
But the coach is already there

It's just another suck it up Sunday
I wish it was Monday
Cause that's my rest day
My "I'll be riding well the next day"
It's just another suck it up Sunday

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That's a classic from my mental Ipod Shuffle that hadn't come up in quite a while until yesterday. When it came back, it came back with verses and everything (okay, I made some of it up just now, but mostly on my ride). A side effect of not giving my Saturday workouts 100% of the time and power assigned during the last month is the fact that Sunday rides have been a lot less painful than I remember them being last summer. Another factor is that I've been riding with Emily on Sundays, which provides and an appropriate push in my effort and some pleasant distraction from most of the leg funk that does come up.

I was just thinking early on in my 70 mile Saturday ride that perhaps my ability to physically recover from hard workouts is improving, but once said ride was complete, it was obvious that my ability to recover would be put to its first major test in quite a while. It definitely didn't pass with the flying colors that I'd hoped. It was really no better or worse than Sundays past and unfortunately, my riding companion was stuck indoors. The result a cold, hard trudge through four hours of riding and the rebirth of my Sunday theme song. However, I'm already brainstorming ways of preventing this from becoming a Sunday ritual again.



The good news is that Saturday's ride was awesome and my Sunday fatigue was well earned. I rode to Gatesville for the first time and snapped this picture of my winding route through the snowing glacial ridges of Brown County.