Monday, January 11, 2010

Monday Mornings

They're the soft tire of the work week,
the rusted link in the chain,
the loose jockey wheel,
the snagged cable housing.

They're the flu just when training is going the best ever,
the tire iron that fell outta the bag,
the season-old ClifBar,
the thinning of favorite shorts.

They're the bar tape that's dirty,
the ding in the saddle that's no longer in production,
the falling-off at the base of the climb,
the cleat that's loose.

- Bag *sigh*

8 comments:

Mike J said...

They are also the hole in your favorite cycling socks.

Snakebite said...

Wait a minute, what's wrong with season old Clif Bars?

jeff said...

"sigh", me too!

Human Wrecking Ball said...

The sub divison where the single track was.
Everyone of those were great.

Doozyanner said...

The tiny (sharp) tail end of a puncture vine that breaks off in your tire...

I opted out this Monday morning. Waffled back and forth yesterday: Do I go in to write lesson plans for myself, or sub plans? Sub plans won. As it turns out, I could have gone today...but am enjoying the day at home...and know the kids will survive if I use one of my gazillion sick leave days.

WV--oveldie. Oveldie vork vill be der ven I return in the morning.

Groover said...

There is light at the end of the tunnel. I know it's hard to see from where you are. It's just behind that bend ... Get that bike tuned, will ya!

Lily on the Road said...

great analogy!!

LimesNow said...

They're the good walking kicks no longer made and wearing down daily.