A bad ride

At least once a year, I’ll have a bad ride. Yesterday, I didn’t feel good (iTunes) when I got up. Riding over to meet the team, I felt even worse. Turning squares, legs heavy, and heart rate high, I decided I’d just sit in for a while with the team, ride to Seward Park, then back home: when in doubt, leave it out.

Climbing up to the I-90 tunnel, I slipped twice on ice and nearly went down. It was way colder than it seemed out there, and my toes were numb in about 1/2 an hour. I waited and waited, cold really cold, the team never showed, and I crawled home.

I should’ve listened to my body and not even rode. When a bad ride happens, how do you get through it?