Some days ya just aren’t feeling it. It’s what I now call a Roy Kent morning. Everything is F..ckin hell, f..ck…aughh fu(k.
I used to get up at 4am and be on the bike by 4:30am, all seasons. Nobody, (no sane person) WANTS to get on the bike at 4:30 am in the dark when it’s colder than a bats ass out so you just have to learn to talk yourself into it.
I’d always start out saying to myself, “just get to the bottom of the driveway.” Then, “just get to the end of the road”. About then your warmed up and getting into the groove.
I can’t think of a time that when finishing a ride I wasn’t glad that I went. Just have to get started..
The sticker on my bike says it all, “Just Ride…”