At 5:30 this morning my alarm clock started to incessantly ring. The last thing I wanted to do was get up and go for a 30k ride, so my arm clumsily and lazily flailed over towards my phone and practically slammed down on the snooze button. I was in a half awake, half asleep daze, and my eyes were simply begging for just five more minutes of blissful sleep. On the third flail of my alarm-stopping arm, I dragged my lazy, heavy body off the comfy, soft mattress and mindlessly started to gear up for my morning cycle.
By 6:15am, I was on the road relishing in the light warm breeze of a summery Kamloops morning. Temperatures soared close to 40 degrees yesterday and this morning it felt as though the heat was still sizzling off the pavement. It was quiet and it was peaceful, and as I squinted at the sun along the horizon I saw a small flock of big horn sheep gracefully trot along the train tracks next to me. These are the mornings that remind me why I set my alarm for 5:30am. As much as it’s about training so that I can reach my goals, it’s also about enjoying the ride along the way.