I couldn't force myself to do it this morning. And by "do it", I don't mean what you would normally think when someone says "do it". In fact, I "did it"...and quite successfully, thank you very much.
It was cold and wet and I didn't want to ride. I actually wanted to ride...but the idea of the miserable conditions facing me and the hours of anal-retentive cleaning of road grime and liquefied brake dust afterwards, made me turn over and go back to sleep.
Two hours, a Clif bar, and a pot of coffee later, I was in my garage doing some "wrenching". And by "wrenching", I don't mean what you would normally think when someone says "wrenching". In fact, I only do that occasionally...because it will make you go blind.