Today was a planned rest day. The first Sunday rest day in quite a while, a fact that was not lost on my wife and daughter. I'm sure the hedge that runs along our driveway was wishing I was out riding somewhere rather than hacking away at it's overgrown boughs late this morning.
As I was sculpting that unappreciative yew, I realized that my legs were not sore from yesterday's effort. Granted, we "took it easy" but the last 15 miles of the ride were quite an effort for me and I fully expected to feel it today.
Rewind back to Friday evening at the Elephant Walk restaurant in Waltham. We are ordering dessert and I ask for a decaf coffee (as does my wife) to go along with my slice of "Le Péché au Chocolat".
Later, after getting in bed early and doing a little reading, I turn off the light.
A few minutes after that, I turn to my wife and say, "You know..."
She finishes my sentence with: "...we got REAL coffee, didn't we?"
We both tossed and turned all night. I'm not sure who was luckier: me, who finally got to get up at 5 a.m. to ride and end the twitchy semi-sleep or my wife who got some decent shut-eye after I left.
I'll bet I was flailing at the end of yesterday's ride from simple fatigue and not lack of fitness. The combination of the coffee and the chocolate dessert did me in. Lesson learned.