YA BABY

I stood in my open garage, baby loaded in the Chariot, in redonculously tight spandex - watching the rain pour down onto the pavement. Five minutes passed, the excuses started to flicker in the back of my mind. Ten minutes passed, those flickering excuses became more like a bolt of lightning shaking my confidence to the core. "No excuses Sday."
Twelve minutes passed and so did the microburst of rain. The weather Gods were not going to give me an excuse today. So we rode. I rode hard and fast for the small amount of time I alloted on the watch. At one point I stood up, out of the saddle and I climbed. It wasn't a very steep climb or a long one either, but with Lady in tow... it was pushing me backward. She squealed in delight at the sight of me efforts to push my huge body up the hill. I cranked hard and then smiled as I relished in the sweet sound of my daughters voice behind me. I know she'll always be there - telling me to go faster. I love it.

Tomorrow:
Run. With Lady and my trusty running partner Kash. Run hard 4 miles. Short and sweet.... or sweat. Whatever you prefer.