Followed by embrocation
And a 35 mile training ride, in the wind, with the goal of 21mph. Not attained, but close. Between the efforts of Saturday and today, I feel like I have been tied in a potato sack and hit repeatedly with a sockful of pennies. And, the best part, I know there are a couple more months until Battenkill of this. The feeling of elation that will accompany meeting coach's goal on one of these harder rides will be unparalleled.
No comments:
Post a Comment