Routine

One good thing about last summer — and there weren't that many of them — was the morning routine. Since I wasn't riding, I got up early, got my writing done, got the coffee going and watched the Tour.

Already this year, that routine is well-polished. Actually, I'm only missing coffee right now. I need to grind more, but everybody is still sleeping. (They're running out of time.)

I suppose I can wait.

After two solid days on the bike, I can tell it's been a while. I'm not so much tired, just kind of achy. I'm stretching and strengthening and getting better — not only day by day, but throughout the day.

I'm not quite ready to drop the handfuls of ibuprofen, but I'm getting close.