My plan today was unequivocal. “Rest.” Not “Rest or easy cycle commute” but “Rest”. I dithered. Was it an oversight? Should I cycle commute anyway? Then I thought about how sluggish Saturday’s parkrun and Sunday’s long run had felt and decided that a day of complete rest would be no bad thing. And then I saw the bus when I was still 100m from the bus stop.
*sprints for line as though life depended on it*
But it’s okay. I didn’t strava it so it didn’t happen.