I can't get out on the bike. I have tried and tried. Was hoping for a ride on Sunday but called in to help my brother throw up some trusses on his garage. Even that got cut short with a serious thunderstorm. Trees down and the driveway was really cut up. For anyone that thinks the Grand Canyon took millions of years to cut, come to my house when we get a hard downpour for 15 minutes, 40 days of downpours seems about right when you scale things up.
Monday was beautiful weather wise. But with work and school open house, no riding again. I ended up on the tractor fixing the storm damage after everyone got home, finishing in the dark. Tuesday I brought my bike to work thinking I would at least get a lunch ride, and again, just wishful thinking. Work had me, well, working through lunch. Today is Team Athens Wednesday and what do I do? I have my bike, helmet but my shoes are at home. I could blame my oldest son who thought it was a good idea to sit his mother's cup of coffee on the arm rest in the car rather than the cup holder. Instead of loading my vehicle for the day, I was grabbing towels to help with the cleanup. Or I could blame a friend who needs my truck today. My shoes are actually in my car. Or I could blame work for keeping my stress levels high and now I can't think clearly.
I need a vacation.