Tuesday, yesterday, I was like a tiger the day after the day after my sunday race... which was the day after my Saturday run. I sprinted home, riding into the wind regardless, chewing up the hill in my middle ring despite the paniers on my bike snatching into the wind.
I got home a hero. I changed, cooked dinner and sat down to watch tele.
Today, I was pooped. I bimbled into to work in the little ring on all the hills and hauled my way home the quickest way.
A rest is upon me as I embark on moving house on Thursday. I am working late tonight to earn myself Thursday afternoon off.
Roll on domestic bliss.
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