That's what I was thinking the first mile into an eight-mile ride. Another great day in the low 60s in January. We are going to pay for this weather. Or, are we making up for the past two brutal winters?
I ended up having a pretty good ride. I needed one. My mother dies on Sunday, and I have wanted to ride ever since to be alone with my thoughts. Or, maybe to just think about something else? The ride improved my mood and served to clear my head. The funeral will be difficult, but I'll manage.
I was feeling pretty confident so I got into my drops a little bit. I am happy to report that my gut no longer prevents me from doing this.
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