Anti-Mojo

Date: Oct 30 Thurs

Weather: 60F
Mileage: 10+2
October mileage: 306
Year to date: 2473

Se me perdio el mojo. I'm a rhythm guy and I've lost my it. A week or more of intense gunk and the loss of the morning routine have my commuting difficult lately. Fact is, we're getting our tile this week after a year without a kitchen. That is something to celebrate, behold as a gift to the family and to our peace of mind, but it means that I don't have access right now to my clothes-strewn bathroom. No excuses though. I prepared a paper bag of appropriate cycling clothes last night to ride, but waking up with snot and a scratchy throat do not make jumping out of bed for a coldmorning ride easy. On top of that is the fact, well, BMC. I'm out of routine and that is that.

Tonight I'm going to a Rawk Show here in the 'Ville, going to see the Drive-By Truckers and the Hold Steady on their Rock-n-Roll Means Well tour. I rode the Trek401SS down there to buy tix (with an extra 2m from Wednesday when the boys and I went to Staples and home). The best would've been to rid down a little later, watch the show and then ride home, but I need to come back and support the kiddies' trunk-r-treat even at church. There was good chocolate to boot (oops, pun, boot? getit?), but now it's a quick entry of an actual bike ride and then a rawk show to razzle dazzle. Being a bit more mature, I'll decide whether to rock into the morning or whether at some point I'll say, "OK, fun, but it's bed for me". I predict I last until 11.30, at which rawk music saturation will take hold and I'll pull a Duran. "No mas!"

Tomorrow it's back on the horse. The weather will be nice, so a 30m day should get me back into the groove for a 3-grand year.