When I got out of bed this morning everything hurt. My body sounded like a machine gun going off as bones and joints popped, cracked and snapped into place. I should have taken thsi as an omen, listened to this and just said, ‘ I’ll take it easy today ‘. But I didn’t. Instead I went for a ride up the coast. I guess all the miles that I’ve been racking up over the course of the past two weeks finally have taken their toll. I was only about twenty miles up the coast when my wrists started to give out. That dull constant type of pain that doesn’t stop you from going forward, but limits how much you can do, how aggresive you can be and how much you can physically push it. Not being one to give up or turn around I kept going, eventually cutting over Topanga Canyon and Old Topanga Canyon on my way out to the Agoura Deli, but now that I’m back at home my lower back feels like it’s on fire. It’s a been a great couple of weeks of riding, but I think it’s probably time to take a few days off and just rest up. Even though it’s the holiday weekend my body is just beat. Riding today was enjoyable but not nearly as much fun as it could have been had I physically felt better…