Getting out on my bike is great. I really enjoy doing it.
But getting out yesterday was hard (I hadn’t been out in five days). I didn’t got far, but I did hills. I did one hard. It felt good.
I don’t know what is sitting in the way in my head. Maybe a desire to sit on my butt in the house and do nothing.
Sometimes though it’s one day at a time. Sometimes one hour at a time.