As they say in Weight Watchers, "Progress, not Perfection".
I really detected that my legs were wobbly when I crouched to swap my water bottle for a post-ride Cherry Coke Zero in my tiny office refrigerator (loaded only yesterday).
The new refrigerator is both a reward for my riding regularly, and an accommodation of my knees not wanting to do the stairs too often (and not wanting to bother Katherine, either). It also makes a refrigerated prescription that I take weekly more accessible.
My now riding regularly was highlighted in two small ways this morning:
- I asked Katherine to bring up breakfast so I could save my knees, and I noted to her, "We know I'm riding this morning". I realized it just wasn't a question to me. It doesn't happen until it happens, but I had A Plan, and I meant to follow it (and did).
- Mid-ride, I realized that I could and wanted to ride harder, and I picked up the pace a bit.