oops i lied

well call it a bad forecast of the end of the week.
Figured on being in the car yesterday and today.

But I'm on the bike.  Yesterday was probably junk miles, not slow enough, and too fried from the Sat-Wed stretch on the bike to make it hard.  Today was an attempt to be slow.  One interval trying to ride with Joe, that failed before we got to the first light where 103 heads off to the right.  Gave up and just pedaled.  Slowly.

Then I got caught by another commuting co-worker on the Path and chatted with him the rest of the way in until he peeled off to swing through the bakery.

No sleep last night and just coffee this morning, after an underfueled day had my legs pretty cooked.  So glad there's no racing tomorrow.  Would be no point to show up for a crit with these legs.

Got thinking about racing, and how I'm sort of caught in the middle.  But explaining it just adds to the nocebo effect so I'm not going to, intrinsic and extrinsic expectations are...  right, wasn't going to explain.

Just another commute this morning in shorts, short sleeves and I still managed to break a sweat, in the morning.  WTF March? Really?

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