Should Have Known.

So, four weeks have passed since I wrote the last post. Magic of blogs, I guess.

I packed up the bike and the trainer the night before my flight, just like every other time I leave a radar site. Crank out a workout, then pack up.
  
Except I didn't fly the next day. Or the day after that. It took me five days of waiting to catch a break in the weather. I didn't put my bike back together. It sat in the case outside my door, waiting for me to leave.
  
I had a total of nine days scheduled between stints. Five of them were eaten by travel delays. I could have ridden when I got home, but I had a list of things to get accomplished and bags to repack for the next go-round. I didn't ride. Then I was delayed in Kotzebue for a couple days...
 
Thirteen days of not riding didn't do much for my fitness.
  
So, first chance I got I picked myself up, dusted myself off, and got back to it. It's what I do.
  
I hope at the very least I can get back to where I was before my break. I hope I can better those numbers.
 
Only way to find out is to turn over the cranks and see what happens.

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