Memorial Day showcased the best TBSOM has to offer. We hit up Jim's trails with Pete, Shaw, Jake, MOD, Mary, Bryce, Abbie (or is it Abby?), Dan Coppola and myself. One big lap, including the new sections, and then chicken barbecue.
Tuesday I drove over to the practice crit but apparently it was canceled, as there was nobody there. I then drove home and tried to ride but hit such a mental roadblock that I turned around and went home ten minutes in.
I couldn't get my heart rate up, couldn't focus, couldn't go hard. It was "le disappointing."
Wednesday was rainy and cold and windy and generally the day was shit, so I only rode for an hour. But I made it count. I warmed up for 10 minutes and then hammered for 40 minutes. And I mean balls-out pain-face, hardest-sustainable-effort kind of riding.
There was lightening, otherwise I would have gone longer. This is hardening the fuck up.
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