coming back up to speed

I have lost patience with jet lag. I can cope with fatigue and muzzy headedness, but my legs - my legs are lost. I am struggling. Failing. It is like bonking at km 1 and then soldiering on for the rest of the ride. Pathetic. Epic. Scary.

I have always felt the effects of air travel on my legs. I gave up my place on a professional association regional committee because I valued cycling more than my profession (in the physical sense). I don't know the cure, so I will just keep riding, and hoping it gets better.

Poor legs, poor me wanting to be super woman every day. Maybe tomorrow I will be better.