I kind of like going to my office on a monday morning, legs still feeling the efforts of the weekend, but in a nice pleasant recovering sense of sweet after pain...
While chatting with colleagues about the just ended weekend, what they did, except of lying in the park or drinking coffee and having had pissups under the sun. When being asked just saying I rode my bike for 220km, people usually look a bit astounded but when I say I rode a bikerace it is different, people usually shut up.