Miss the Misery

This is gonna be sick, so brace yourself. I've been thinking lately as something seems amiss. What is it? Finally, it dawned on me. I no longer get up in the middle of the night (o.k. super early in the morning) to start my "long" commute to work, with temps around zero or worse. I no longer get home after doing the same commute that got me to work to lift weights until 7:30 p.m. I no longer lay in bed and play out how the Trans Iowa will unfold for me. I no longer worry about whether my commuting bike will make it one more day before the drive train detonates. Life is different.

I'm now doing what I prepared for all those dark cold months. The T.I. is over and things went well. Mt. bike racing has begun and new bikes have been built. Things have all come together as planned. But, somehow the "lead up" or maybe it's the "journey" to the destination that is missed.

I don't know, I guess I just miss the misery.