There's not much worse than leaving early from work to go cycling and getting a flat in the parking lot. There I was trying to skip out early to meet up with some guys for the Tuesday night race ride and I flatted at my car. It's odd enough to go from business casual (real casual) to skin tight Lycra in front of your co-workers. Worse to stand in the burning sun and change a tire on your bike while everyone else is working. Oh well, I worked fast and was on the road within minutes.
Super ride tonight. My lungs are still burning, can't take a deep breath. I just walked the boys up for bath and I had to pause on the stairs - true sign of a good ride. It was a small group tonight. I tried to keep it lively and do several attacks, long pulls at the front, attack again, etc. It worked - our pace was pretty solid the whole way. In the final moments I was dropped again. Attacked one too many times and had nothing left for the finish. A few of the guys thanked me for pushing it. Got in 60 miles of high intensity training. Good stuff.
The title to this entry makes me think of a song titled "murder in the trailer park tonight". Can't remember the band, but I bet my sister does?
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