I think it was spurred by one incident and since I haven't backed off since then it's simply gotten worse. In other words, I should have been nicer to my body. You'd think I would have learned this lesson by now, but noooooooo.

I remember the day well. It was a great ride. I didn't push it as it was about 10 miles farther than I'd ridden in a while. I know this is going to sound crazy, but I think it was a change from my normal 80 rpm to 90+ rpm. It was on the flats and I told myself I would not let it drop below 85. And they've been bugging me ever since.

My body wasn't used to it and I did it for too far (it was 65-miles-ish). I'm used to riding hard uphill-resting downhill-riding hard uphill-resting downhill that I don't think I was ready for constant riding, regardless of the pace.

Yesterday when I paid attention I was at about 70 rpm on the hills (I know the exception of the famous Mace hill, the one on the weird corner...that one was much slower even though I was on the 24). Typically on the home turf when I'm not on something on the steeper side I try to hold it at 80.

I'm taking today off to go visit my new puppy niece. I'll decide about tomorrow tomorrow. I'm starting to think that I may bail on Solvang altogether and just be Brian's support. We'll see.

I'm also contemplating other possibilities for aerobic activities. No more running for a couple of years, so that's out. Swimming: need a pool for that (closest one requires 35-45 min drive). Walking: maybe, I'll have to try that one.

Wah wah wah. I know, I just need to buck up!