Recovery Ride

It's always said
one needs to
stop and

smell the roses

but I couldn't find any!

- TOB

...and Tigers and Bears

neighborhood ride

it's always fun to look at houses, to get ideas

nice landscaping

I'd like nice landscaping

brick on the front façade

I'd like brick on my house

that one has stone

no, not brick...stone! Stone would look nice.

as I went east, the houses got bigger

a bigger house would be so great, yes...big, with big rooms...with, but I only have a couple of chairs

one of the houses stretched around the entire corner of a block

I wonder how much flooring there is to clean in a house like that

with lots of windows

just think of the views! and the Windex...Windex makes me cough...vinegar works, though

and houses that faced the lake!

oh the lake, with all the walking on the trails and there's always people close by, especially in the summer...all the people, people are...lots of them, there...with their cars...parking in front of the house so they could walk by the lake all summer...all those people

and manicured lawns

and puttering around the yard, picking daisies! and weeds, the weeding...you could golf on those lawns...how do they, do they pay to have that done? why doesn't anyone ever plant native prairie??

and lions

...

.

?


-TOB doesn't have lion envy

Regain, Recoup, Retrieve

...walkin' the fine line, tip-toein' the tightrope, hedging along the high wire....

One false move blows it.

Recovery.

It's my goal this season to do it right. I seem to have had this notion the past couple years that I don't need to worry about it, but I'm tired of doing a pile of riding only to be wiped-out the following week because I didn't respect the recovery I need. If my mindset this year is to be fit enough to not question whether I can dance through the long ride with the elevation gain, then I need to use what I've learned.

I learned that recovery is my downfall. I sabotage it. I go on rides with the crowd, but I'll ride slow today.

Yeeeaaahhhhhh.

So, I headed-out to the Greenway on my own last week to ease-out my legs after a couple days of hard riding. A mile or so into it I heard

the
Train

coming, this time toward me I'm good everything's fine I'm ok all is good here...it's good all good...good here...breathing relaxing takin' muh time.... I was running an errand in the opposite direction. Until I hit the crossing. I stopped to wait for the Train to pass, but really wanted to keep my legs moving, so I turned back to continue spinning and found myself going the same direction as

the
Train

We eyed each other...positioned my fingers near the shifters...just to be safe from...darting...dogs or...something.

Surprisingly, there was no posturing this time. We had an easy 10 mph recovery ride until I had to turn back around.

They say slow days are best done on your own, but riding with a partner of a similar mindset is always nice.

- OB