The Sunday Blues

I was planning on a long bike ride of fifty miles this morning. This was before I picked my head off of the pillow. The temperature outside did not warrant me to be on my bike; 92 degrees and humid! Also, I had a long night in Atlantic City drinking Vodka and Tonics as if it was my job. This is a brutal excuse to why I was not on my bike training. I need to remind myself that Ironman Louisville next August does not really care about the weather nor my wild nights in the city. Instead of getting on the bike today, I headed to the local bar for the football games. I met up with Dave while the others never showed up.