The Lion Sleeps In

Can’t seem to get the body moving in the mornings this week. Earlyish to bed, but too late to rise — or at least too late to do the miles I want to do on the bike. Also, it’s been raining all night every night, so I can convince myself that it’s too slick when I wake up to get out on my skinny little 25cm tires. Yet, I know all of this is just my mind trying to kill me. It doesn’t want me to exercise. I’m on to its little game, but so far, it’s winning. This week.

Thrill of the Tour continues. Found a site where one can get a thong that says “Podium Girl Gone Bad,” a concept that would cause a stirring in the Pearl Izumis of any red-blooded cyclist. (Unfortunately, the blog that goes with it is still empty, so there’s no way to vouch for the accompanying book.)