A blind man could see why there is so much whining here.
You've got a long AND hot bike ride scheduled tommorrow in 96 degree heat, or run, or both, and it's Friday, and you just can't be "still" because you really don't want to do it. It starts at the crack of dawn. The ride will be too painful and you are questioning what the worth of it would be anyway, compared to just going out tonight and getting wasted or gouging on steaks and dark beer, and calling tommorrow a recovery day. You could be out having a good time when instead you are lying flat on your back, on Friday night, on your bed or couch, staring at the ceiling, as still as a China Doll, trying to conserve energy waiting for the horrifying, death knell alarm clock to go off at 5 for the heat cooker to begin.
You've got a long AND hot bike ride scheduled tommorrow in 96 degree heat, or run, or both, and it's Friday, and you just can't be "still" because you really don't want to do it. It starts at the crack of dawn. The ride will be too painful and you are questioning what the worth of it would be anyway, compared to just going out tonight and getting wasted or gouging on steaks and dark beer, and calling tommorrow a recovery day. You could be out having a good time when instead you are lying flat on your back, on Friday night, on your bed or couch, staring at the ceiling, as still as a China Doll, trying to conserve energy waiting for the horrifying, death knell alarm clock to go off at 5 for the heat cooker to begin.