A hundred and forty minutes and I’m shot. The temps did me in even though I wore thermals. And the bicycle. It might be time to lube something. Or put it on the lift. It’s making a noise. Or is it me? I missed three days this week too. And with my attitude that’s like starting over after a long winter. I gots three months in my legs and there are still things that wreck the flow. Like this one thing I’m fighting off this season. I can’t tell if I’m riding to get somewhere or riding to leave somewhere.
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