Blogging, that is. I haven't had the motivation or impetus to post anything lately, not sure why, just sort of an editorial malaise...a Prosaic Funk....if you will.
Last night I wasn't feeling it either. The regular tuesday night fight went off in good weather with a decent group.
But I wasn't feeling it.
I took a few pulls, closed some gaps, put out at least two hard efforts to chase down someone off the front, but I just didn't have the spirit to challenge any sprints or go alone. The times when I found myself on the front I just held the tempo.
At about two miles to go, when there were two riders off the front, and we hit a small but steep climb, where I came off [presidente's] wheel and I closed the gap the them, bringing a couple riders with me - which was the point. The group coalesced, and I took the final sprint. I'm not sure how it happened, but I found myself rolling by the last rider who sat up as I took the lead.
I'm not feeling blogging just now either, yet as I'm typing along I feel a bit more motivation/stimulation to bore you with my usual drivel.
I'm on a break, but not an abandonment. I'm sure - as I experienced last night - some form of motivation will come along to generate more effluent in this little corner of the internet.
Ciao for now.
1 comment:
Time out is under-rated.
Sabbaticial leave is granted.
Granted that you bring back that funking wit of yours.
Miff.
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