I think the rain is getting to me

I am feeling extremely tired today.

Maybe it's because of the rainy weather we've been having.

Maybe it's because both the Giro D'Italia and Tour of California are going on and keeping tabs on both is hard.

Maybe it's because I didn't sleep enough over the weekend and overextended myself on Monday and Tuesday evenings.

Maybe it's because it's either uncomfortably warm or uncomfortably cool in my bedroom.

Maybe it's because I haven't been able to sleep more than three hours at a stretch in weeks.

Maybe it's because I refuse to drink coffee.

Maybe it's because of some other factor that I haven't considered.

In any case, all of those factors led to today being the kind of day on which I was looking for excuses not to ride. Coach Scott had compelled me to rest anyway, suggesting that I probably shouldn't ride the Derby.

Fine with me.

I managed to motivate to join a couple co-workers on a very nice and relaxing lunch ride that saw us get back to the offices just as it started to rain.

The rain didn't last long though, and I was left with the decision about how to get in the rest of my riding. The Derby was certainly out of the question, although close study of radar maps seemed to indicate that there was a likely break in the rain during the ride.

What did I do? I watched the Tour of California until it started raining, then rode my rollers for an hour, rounding out my recovery day.

Is it lame to ride indoors in May? Yes. Was it extremely restful? Yes. Did it give me the opportunity to watch a bad movie? You know it!

More to the point, when I did three-15 minute sub-threshold intervals last night on Limeport Pike, it was moist and windy out. It was misty by the time I finished the workout, and starting to rain by the time I was heading back to town. Fortunately, I'd brought along a rain jacket. Even so, I've never loved riding in the rain.

So, having done my roller penance tonight, I'm hoping that there'll be a break in the rain tomorrow, letting the training crit go forward as planned. Riding the rollers for an hour once was manageable. Riding it two nights in a row in May could send me into an unrecoverable cycle of despair.

Now, if I could just figure out a way to get to bed at a reasonable hour.