Commuting salvation

Let it be known that last weekend wasn't the greatest I've ever had. Due to other commitments outlined in my previous post, I managed to end up with aches in just about every muscle possible without riding a single kilometre. On top of that, I've also managed to pick up what looks to be developing into a chest infection, which threatens the 400k Audax ride I was planning for this weekend.

Suffice to say, I was not best pleased. Yet this morning I found myself riding to work as usual. I've said here in the past that my commute does not rank among my more enjoyable rides. It's not so much that I dislike it, but more that a flat suburban ride of 8.5km one way doesn't quite match riding to Milford Sound or Springbrook. In the past I've made no bones about the fact that I commute by bicycle for purely practical reasons (i.e. time, money, convenience etc).

Yet this morning there was something else. There was a sense of exhilaration -- something not normally associated with riding in Bundall. I cannot be sure whether it was just the fact that I was finally outside for a while, or the adrenalin rush that comes with negotiating oddly-positioned traffic at high speed, but it was GOOD. The hard part is yet to come, however. It's becoming clear that I'm going to need rest if I'm going to be ready for the weekend, and it's not as if I've had a lot of sick days over the last 12 months (only two that I can recall). Just how do I persuade myself to rest?

Incidentally, can someone explain to me just how someone doing an ask.com search for "Melbourne granny killers" should end up on a blog predominantly about cycling on the Gold Coast? Anyone?