When Perfect isn't good enough

You gotta start somewhere. Those are the words that have echoed in my mind for the last little while. This blog mirroring real life, I have had real intentions about training and writing. Each one derailed by the idea that it has to be done right or not done at all while the reality of the situation is that it just has to be done. To start, to type that first word or to throw the first leg over the bike, it has to start somewhere ...and with that I am off on the next story.
Small steps. My 6to1 training plan taking shape in three rides a week.
I have stayed in silence, fearing that it was another false start. My challenge was to get going. But now a few weeks in I am starting to think it has begun.

Rest and recover. Each time I climb off the trainer I need to sleep. I climb off and lie down. But slowly, the legs and the desire are coming back one ride, one nap at a time.

Finding motivation where I can. The threat of embarrassment, the stubbornness to finish a video all push me along if I can just climb on which leads me to questions.
Why is it the first 30min is always the hardest? These are the dead minutes where time stands still. I have not had a ride yet this year where I have not been convinced I would only be able to last 30min. Once there, the clock is reset and I get on with it...Surprising myself later when I climb off after the unthinkable long ride happens.

I am reminded that the last 30 always feels bad too. The count down to climbing off not coming fast enough. Sudden explanation why a 1hr ride feels so bad. My resolve or my solution now is to never ride 1hr. More is a challenge and a chance to enjoy at least part of the ride.
It's not perfect, but for now it will do.