Maybe it’s time to face reality

The reality that I’m not getting any younger, any stronger or any healthier, although I’m hoping I can at least say the latter hasn’t been getting any worse.

This has just not been a good week, and I’m not even referring to the episode with Sylvia on Tuesday.

I’m just not riding [my bike] well. I’m putting on a lot of miles (745 this month), but I don’t seem to be improving much, if at all.

I went for a ride on Tuesday, and had to modify it, because I just didn’t have any energy. On Thanksgiving morning, I rode with the club to Whittier, and had the worst time [by over a minute] up Turnbull Canyon, than I have had in over 5 years. Plus I was dropped by the group, on the way back. (Fortunately I was only about 3 miles from the house, so it wasn’t too devastating.)

But yesterday was the worst, when I wasn’t able to hang with the group for a second lap of the hammer zone.

I guess it could be the weather. I definitely don’t like this time of year, with its shorter days, and colder temperatures, but still, it bothers me that while my mind keeps telling me I can do it, my body keeps telling me it can’t.