I was determined, in a procrastinating, major avoidance kind of way, to ride today, as I need to prep for the Wild Goose Chase. After having breakfast, doing a lot of work on an ongoing project, having lunch, then distracting myself with (ick) things like vacuuming, and finally taking a shower, I moseyed out of the house in the late afternoon and racked the bike for the drive to a nearby trail. It was 5:00 PM when I got out of the car; I had 2 hours until sunset. A leisurely ride, 20 miles, I thought, just to shut up my inner nag.

Darn nag. I did just over 25, saw two Great Blue Herons, a cormorant, and the usual evening/dusk/dark kamikaze bunnies.

I've lost my biking will and am having a lot of trouble getting it back. I think that's why I procrastinated so much about making a reservation for the hotel for Wild Goose (and now they are sold out, of course). I'm glad I got out there this weekend, but had told myself last week that I really needed to get in two 30-mile rides back-to-back this weekend. I really need more seat time. I don't plan my weekends around long rides, as I've done in the past, and haven't been riding during the week at all. I just am not feeling it; it's taking longer and longer before I feel as though I am in any kind of groove (now at least 10 miles). It's not quite agony, but I have to tell myself, "It'll get better; even if it doesn't, it'll eventually be over." I hate this.