When Monday comes

It's strange that Friday evening, just after work, you feel like the world is once again your oyster. Then on Sunday eve you find your self lusting after every last moment before you turn out the light and hasten the death of sleep until morning comes and you are back on the clock. Monday you find that the toil of the previous week is wiped away like so much chalk on a black board and you are at square one...again. No matter how much time was spent doing the repetitive at work or how many times you had your ear bent by fellow employees about the kids, the spouse and of course work, once again the clock is set back to ZERO. But the one thing that isn't erased, or should I be more specific the one diminishing skill that you count on to keep your sanity is last weeks hours/miles that you labored for to build for the race season or more importantly the butt whipping you hope to be handing out to the peers.
I'm not shallow by any stretch of the imagination (or at least I don't think so and the wife thinks I'm passible so life is sweet in this respect) and my life is not boiled down to "cycling good, everything else bad" but this is a blog focused on the re-establishment of the one sport I have a kindred for that reached to my youth. This is the one thing I can do at my age and not hurt my lower back, my knees and anything else yet undiscovered and I want to keep it that way. But I digress yet again.
Monday for me is when I start to evaluate the building blocks of my training thus far and look for wholes in my performance to date. Wow I'm a wholly man with a list of holes in my abilities like this.
 So here I am, Sunday eve and I am on the edge of my seat trying to squeeze every last bit of love and rest from this off time. And yet the excitement of the unfolding of this weeks velo-club ride and how well I will or won't do looms thick on the horizon.  Will my hundred of last week bring me closer to the desired 24 to 27 mph group? Who knows but the steps tat it takes are the best part and I love each one. Well love is a bit strong for this part of the sport maybe endure wit passion. As one the the club riders said to me when his girl friend asked if he had a good time on his ride his reply was, ' it's not so much of having fun as it is learning pain management'. Yes but pain management you want to learn and endure more each time.  After that's when I enjoy, the reflection of a ride in rhythm and power. You know, a type 'B' kinda guy.
So here we are back to Monday and the coffees on, yes it's Peets,  and the green smoothy is rock-in in the blender and the wife is getting ready to teach yoga, for Monday is dressed in promise and Friday has on a house coat and slippes.
So if I pass you on the road stop at Peets, because your buying.