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John goes to Marathon Clinic on Sundays so I ride solo. I didn’t get out as early as I wanted, but I was on the road by 7:30 a.m. My average moving speed was 17 mph, max speed was 29.9 mph, and the traffic considerably calmer on a Sunday morning.
Why do I love my weekend rides so much? It gives me something to feel good about on Monday morning as I get to the Mothership, log on to my computer and start working on my deadlines. I feel like I’ve accomplished something personally and that spills into my professional realm.
One of the things I like about riding alone is the talking to myself, pushing myself, working out stories in my head. Thursday I turned in an article that really needs some sexing up. It’s pretty dull. The strategy is to pull together the facts, the dry ideas, the germs of thoughts, and submit a draft that has all the right components in it. It’s all about making the deadline. It’s also about a give and take, a back and forth with my editor about where to take it. I hope to have that conversation this week. I have some ideas about what could make this story shine, and so might she.
I had an idea to go out and do some more riding, but I think I should see what I can get done around the house. Plus, I probably shouldn’t push myself too much since I’m still not quite recovered.