Tuesday, 7 May 2013

7/05/2013

6am NRR:
Have you ever noticed how the day after something happens you overreact to normal stimuli? Maybe, but you have no freaking clue what I'm talking about?

Ok, here's how it went down. Yesterday, I was well dressed for my ride, but felt cold. Today, despite it being warmer, I dressed almost the same and roasted my tookus off.

Other than stewing in my own juices for an hour until I was tender, I sat in the area of the bunch Skinny calls Gold Class. Ten to fifteen riders back, getting a great draught and doing absolutely zero work. It was luxurious, but I was disappointed to not receive the popcorn I ordered. In a fit or rage induced by the lack of butter covered snack goodness, I hit the bunch hard up my little hill. Driving my legs through pedal revolutions until I was well past the point of ugly. I crested the top with snot streaming across my fast like a reverse of the Horseshoe Falls. Filling neither criteria from the "board room" section of the recent Bike Lane episode.

Strava link.

D: 45.9km
A: 168m

Commute:

D: 6.2km
A: 168m

PMPW: 95kg

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