Suburban Assault

I told myself that I wouldn’t let myself slack off this past winter. I’d like to think that, for the most part, I haven’t.

However, I worry that –  in reality – it’s only been short, slow rides on the weekends. I even busted out the beach cruiser on Sunday. With such a mild winter, I really don’t have an excuse – other than not having enough time. The days were shorter (and I don’t like to ride at night), while work and other projects have been using up most of my motivation. In retrospect, my excuses are lame.

I feel that this has taken it’s toll on my legs, stamina, and not to mention, my gut. Even the short 3-mile trips to my local Starbucks has become a chore.

I was never a strong or fast rider, but I was pretty impressed with my resilience to last summer’s heatwave. My 13.5-mile commute to my office was a pleasure, even during the 100 plus degree return home. My goal, this year, is to start that commute earlier and do it more often. I plan on doubling what I did last year.

I’ll start this weekend, with a longer ride, to a Starbucks that’s much further away.