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Some days you wake up at what certain Jr. high students would call "the asscrack of dawn. You hammer out 100 miles in 4.5 hours and fall off the bike feeling that even in your exhausted state you could crush this planet Earth with your powerful thighs.
Then, there are days like today. That ride was shit. I kept thinking, "I'm just not warmed up yet, ten more miles and it will be fine." Ten miles came and went without a hint of even, powerful stroke.
I felt like the Sirens of effective cadence were just over the next rise, and there I was strapped to a mast.
So after 60 miles of suffer, I turned home early - it's rare that I bag a ride, but this one, my good friends was wearing a toe-tag before it even began.
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First light.
marvel at my dedication.
or was that caffeination?
Some days you wake up at what certain Jr. high students would call "the asscrack of dawn. You hammer out 100 miles in 4.5 hours and fall off the bike feeling that even in your exhausted state you could crush this planet Earth with your powerful thighs.
Then, there are days like today. That ride was shit. I kept thinking, "I'm just not warmed up yet, ten more miles and it will be fine." Ten miles came and went without a hint of even, powerful stroke.
I felt like the Sirens of effective cadence were just over the next rise, and there I was strapped to a mast.
So after 60 miles of suffer, I turned home early - it's rare that I bag a ride, but this one, my good friends was wearing a toe-tag before it even began.
***********
First light.
marvel at my dedication.
or was that caffeination?
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And I won't mind the name thing. I'll just go by "yo! bitch! make me a sammich!" or some variation thereof.
complete with gum snapping, greasy apron, and toe tapping impatience.
i like my computers to have attitude. it makes things more interesting.