I'm not really sure what is up with me on this ride. I'm just not into it at all. I've only been doing 50-120 miles a day.
All day long my mind wanders and I day dream about working on our nursery, washing my harley, and gardening.
I think my lack of motivation stems from 2 things:
1) Zero competition. There isn't anybody to chase or runaway from. If my ass hurts and is blistered (which it is!) I can just sit in a cafe on the beach. If it starts hailing pea sized pellets, I can stop for the rest of the day.
Ultra racing/riding isn't any fun without competition
2) We're having a kid. A KID. (I even think it's mine this time).
The reality that I'll be missing some major milestones in the pregnancy is really hanging heavy on my heart. It's really making me want to nest and work on our home.
I'm not really sure what I'm gonna do here. Liz is heading home in a few days, I might just hitch a ride with her.
