I blame Wes and Kritta. Both of you.
Because I reallyreallyreally don't want to go for my ride tonight. Even though it's gorgeous out and sunny and lovely and perfect for riding. I want to sit on my porch and admire my herb garden and listen to the family next door parent with air quotes.
And instead, I'm going to go for a bike ride so Wes doesn't have to drop the "eff" bomb and Kritta, well, she'll drop it anyway but I don't want to disappoint her.
So I'm going to ride.
I'm going to press publish post as soon as possible so I have zero chance to back out. Ready...pressing... now
UPDATE: Done and done. Ride and core/arms. I can't lift my arms above my head anymore, but I feel much better about myself. Thanks Wes. Thanks Krit. Love ya!