I LOVE MONDAYS.
For cycling, that is. See that portion of the trail up there? It’s the last, super-steep push up to “The Hub” in the Santa Monica Mountains. It usually has at least a hiker or two plus another cyclist sweating it out on that thing. But this was shot on a Monday morning, which means it’s mine all mine.
See, the conventional, traditional and accepted cycling schedule is:
Tuesday is a light day.
Wednesday gets a little more intense.
Thursday is time to push it hard, throw in some intervals.
Friday is a day to loosen up the legs and prepare for the longer weekend rides.
Saturday and Sunday are race days – or simply long and longer rides.
Monday is a rest day.
Unless you’re me – the non-racer.
Monday means I usually have the trails or roads to myself out there. And as much as I love to do small group rides, after a weekend with the family and its accompanying noise and hyper-stimulation of all senses, a little alone, quiet time on the bike is just what the Dr. ordered. For just this one day, anyway. I’m not that anti-social.
Yeah, I still intensely dislike a lot of the expected things about Mondays, but in the spirit of accentuating the positive, I’m gonna latch onto this. I recommend you do the same.
See you out there. Or perhaps not. Nothing personal.