I just finished waxing philosophical about pushing your limits, now I'm going to go the opposite direction and bitch a little...
It appears that there is a minor breakdown in communication. I distinctly asked for one week of decent weather (I wasn't even asking for great weather), so I could get my last big week of base riding in. It looks as if I've been punked... the weather is supposed to be a big pile of crap tomorrow.
I think I'm used to it by now. It used to really frost my cookies, but now...well, I just move on and think about the next day's workout.
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