Sunday morning was a Sunday morning like any other Sunday morning. Well, the dog got me up a half hour earlier than usual to be let outdoors, but that wasn’t a problem. That just meant I could have breakfast a little earlier, which would leave me some extra time to tend to the bike before our club ride. The chain needed lubing, and I would have plenty of time to take care of that.
I ate my scrambled eggs with gusto while reading the news on my iPad, another Sunday morning routine. When I finished eating, I sat back in my easy chair with a cup of coffee, and … and … and………z-z-z-z-z.
If I was falling asleep so easily, I wondered how I would do on a 46-mile bike ride.
I tried to snap myself out of it. After all, we had a couple of B riders who had said they wanted to do the ride with me. I tried to concentrate on some of the more enlightening news sites.
Nope. It wasn’t going to happen. I emailed one of the B riders and told him I wasn’t going to make it. Then, I got out of my chair and headed for bed.
My wife, who was up by this time, wondered what was going on. I told her I was skipping the club ride. I was just too tired.
“Oh, that’s okay,” she said. “You can ride with me later. I want to do a Mopac loop.”
That’s her long ride of the week. It’s 13 miles. I told her I figured I could handle it, but I wanted to take a short nap first.
When I woke up, she was next to the bed in her bike clothes.
“Oh!” I said. “I’d better get moving.”
“Too late,” she answered. “I’m just getting home after the ride.”
I looked at the alarm clock. Three hours had gone by since I went back to bed.
“You were out cold,” said my wife.
I’ve never been one to worry about getting eight hours of sleep a night. Six is more the norm for me. Lately, that’s been down to a little over five. It’s obviously caught up to me. I’ll have to cultivate a new bedtime routine. A sleep deprived biker is no biker at all.