Wow! I am sore on my wrists, neck, shoulders and bum.  What a great morning on the road!!  I'm a different type of happy considering its my first day on the bike after over a year.. okay maybe two years off the bike.  I got up this morning and kicked into my old routine of a quick bite to eat and a hot tea to finish on the way to my bike start.  That took like an hour and a half.  My preparations are even out of shape :)   I got to the trail and then started goofing off I guess because I knew this was the big moment.  Once I start pedaling, I'll be pedaling for the rest of my life. Strange feeling came over me within the first two miles then I started hearing voices in my head, whining yelling at me saying 'Turn around, Ow! Turn around!'.  Stupid voices!  You Suck.   

Tomorrow I'll be doing the same thing again.  Why not?  I have to get my turnover back to the no whoosh whoosh sound.  I was hammering and not adhering to the old technique of a full foot rotation.  One foot out of the pedal drills are in my near future, right Coach?  LOVE IT LOVE IT! WANT MORE OF IT!! 

Okay, I'm going to have my victory recovery drink.. and it's not a beer!  I'm so proud of myself. 

Well, here I am again and determined to get back into a training regimen.  I miss being my true happy athlete self.  I miss the athlete lifestyle that kept me sane and somewhat level headed? Ya'right, me sane?  A few years ago I was logging some serious hours here on BT and my discipline seemed effortless.  Where did I lose myself?  How did I lose myself?  Perhaps I just burnt out and kept living with my own excuses for not being whom everyone remembered me as I once was in my past life.  A close loving friend brought to my attention recently that I lost my sparkle which drew them to me in the first place.  I dismissed this thought because how could it be true?  What a classic case of the denials.   Can taking a break from training really alter your own identity?  I am proof of that I suppose.  

I've missed my friends and I've missed everything about race days and the simple things like saying ‘No’ to Happy Hour because I have my 2nd training session scheduled and I can't let myself down.  I signed up for a race in October and I will be at the start line.  No more excuses I will just do it!