This week has been an exciting week. 180 miles over the weekend and Monday was my birthday. Tuesday, I deflated. I was exhausted and tired. My voice was even getting scratchy.
My house has confetti on the floor left over from Easter and Fiesta. My clean cloths are still piled in the laundry basket with no time to hang them. Roxy has brought in mud that has turned to dirt. I now walk on a layer of dirt in my kitchen.
Wednesday arrived and I was feeling recovered. My bike is back from the bike shop with a new shinny big chain gear and I was itching to try it out.
Do I stay home to get my house in order or go ride my bike?
Me, I go ride my bike.
It was a nice twenty-four mile ride with beer at the end.
Promise, Thursday and Friday will be recovery days. Maybe, I will get to sweep my kitchen floor sometime soon but that is so not a priority these days.