I wondered if I could find the energy that night to pull off a Parkour class and convinced myself not to push my luck. I stayed home to rest and imbibe coconut juice. I returned to the bed of severe disruption for more sleep only to find that I could not at all drift into that happy place. Until 3 a.m. I watched crime television, resulting in a three-hour slumber of nightmares, being chased by sword-wielding ninjas smashing glass into my face. At least I worked out. I’m quite a badass while I’m sleeping, by the way.
I spent the next work day in total disconnect, working a full eight hours, knowing I would have an evening ride. But no. My body decides to relapse due to a sudden realization of a lack of sleep.
The moral of the story is that you should ride as soon as possible when you have that burst of energy, because you’re going to relapse on that third day anyway. Might as well have something worthy under the belt.
