I thought I had lost my desire to ride. Actually, for the last few days I had pretty much lost my desire to do anything after work besides sit on the couch and stare at the ceiling. Yesterday afternoon, I scooted home from work to go for a run, and was nabbed by the couch, which wouldn't release her grip. Finally, Mike set me free by suggesting that I go into the bedroom, close the door, do some yoga, and not come back out until I was my old happy self. It worked, temporarily, but I still went to bed at 8:20pm, a groggy, lethargic mess.
Yes, I know, it's that change of seasons where the days get shorter, the darkness creeps into both our workouts and our working hours, and it's just damn cold and wet. I know I'm not alone in feeling a bit of the rainy season
blues .

Often, my meetings with colleagues to discuss some of our more troubled students make me realize that my blues ain't nothing compared to some of my students. I guess my rainy day blues don't compare to that crazy teen-age drama.
After school today, I went for a long ride. Ah yes, it's good to be back.