|On my first visit to Rossetti Park Beach in Colchester, late October.|
To be honest that's only part of the reason.
There's my annual mileage goal, which I'm normally proud of. I've fallen drastically short, without ample time to make up nearly 200 miles before the new year. So why bother trying? It's the first time since I began tracking daily counts, that I haven't reached magic number 3000. It had a nice ring to it. Had being the operative word.
I shouldn't be too hard on myself. I succeeded at bike overnights. I went on three wonderful jaunts—a record—plus the big one in September.
Truth be told, this has never been my favorite time of year. I love the holidays but dislike the lack of sunshine and daylight. I call it November funk, which often spills over into December. Low Vitamin D levels affect me more than I like to admit. More chocolate milk, perhaps?
So, without the impetus to ride, I've lost momentum. I still exercise—surely a mood lifter in itself—it's just taken on a different form: walking and lap swimming with yoga thrown in for variety. Winter transition came much quicker than I expected. I suppose that's what's really bothering me.
It's okay, kind of. On the bright side (term seems fitting, no?) I hope to squeeze in a couple more rides before the end of December. Who knows, maybe writing this post will spur some interest.
Are there times of the year when you don't feel like riding a bike?