This time feels different somehow? Maybe it finally feels easier to let go of having been able to do this much, much better. I'm back to square one, baby. Maybe even farther back because I'm over ten years older than I was the first time around. Scarily, those things matter now.
So I've decided to dedicate the first four months of 2020 to getting out there regardless of pace. So far, I have mostly succeeded. Thoughts still creep in from time to time about not running fast enough, but I can't win 'em all.
Here's the Garmin view of the month. Green is working out (mostly running with one day of riding only). I can live with this for the first month.
