do what your wife tells you

on piles, procrastination and partnership

I wouldn’t have done it without my wife.

Sure, she wasn’t with me as I rode off yesterday morning.

But without her? I’d likely had spent the day working on growing my piles.

Let’s rewind dear reader as that part looks a bit like the end.

It’s odd to put the end at the beginning of things.

Yesterday though, I had a really difficult time beginning.

I was cozy in my cabin with a day off and the forests open for the first time in a long time.

I really really needed to go riding.

After almost a month out of the woods and almost a month of not really riding - other than over the bridge to work most days, the notion of putting on my bib shorts and pedaling off into who knows where seemed daunting.

In reality?

I set myself up for failure.

I failed to bring my emergency tools and snacks in my frame bags.

I failed to have a friend to keep me accountable and drag me along.

It was almost as though I was conspiring unawares with myself in order to stay home and stay small.

I knew I wanted to ride.

And yet, even …