Yesterday we got word that the Scottish Cyclocross Champs was cancelled because of poor weather and course conditions, so that meant an unexpected day off for Chris and I today. Instead of counting people riding round in circles, we'd get to go for a bike ride.
An unexpected bike ride is quite exciting, so when I woke up this morning I was really looking forward to getting out and having some fun. I was even hoping for a relatively big ride to make the most of the free day.
I set off with what I thought was loads of energy, only to find my body didn't want to play.
"Maybe I'm coming down with a bit of a cold."
"Maybe it's because I didn't sleep well last night."
"Maybe it's because I'm wearing too many layers and I'm too hot."
"Maybe I didn't have enough breakfast."
"Is there something wrong with my bike?"
I thought of all the excuses and none of them seemed to explain why my legs just didn't want to do what they were told.
After a few hours, I had to give in to the fact that I was just having a bad leg day and suggested we cut the ride a bit short and head back to the van. (Luckily Chris was having an equally bad leg day, so I didn't feel too guilty.)
Never mind. A few hours of riding is better than no riding, but I do wish my bad leg days would happen on the days when I didn't want to play on my bike!