I hate fire works. I am not gushing with patriotism... maybe I will after W leaves. But this three-day weekend has been AWESOME. And I fully expect most people to not understand but here is the routine (I dream of this being the norm):
Up early... Ride 40-50 hard miles with some teammates (Hard 9 out around Belton)
Hot tub... collect emotions
Hang out with Sam (if she happens to be home)
Bang out some freelance or domestic stuff
Nap (usually with a beagle at my side)
25-mile recovery ride to keep from getting to sore or stiff. (Ward parkway.Brookside laps)
Hot tub
Eat... well
More Sam time
Sleep.... Rinse and repeat.
Wind, heat, and John feeling spunky equals me wicked retarded tired and sore. A few more weekends of this and I will be dangerous... or dead.
Good Job to Niki Smith on Saturday... she is getting strong and fast. Rob is a pussy who dodged the call to ride all weekend.
Vive le Tour.
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Rob, oh Rob, where were you this weekend? You missed a couple of great 40 milers. Hard and fast -- sort of reminds me of...never mind. Thanks, Jeph. Great weekend of training, but today was friggin' hot. Wish I'd have done the hot tub after today's ride -- my quads are pissed. Hamstring is back in shape. Maybe I'm ready to get my butt kicked again in a race. It's been a really long off season.
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