It's the dead of winter. Jeff, triathlete, keeps up his winter training, but has now joined my weekend rides. Weekdays, I join him at "the butt crack of dawn", (my kids' expression, and although graphic, makes me laugh and laugh), and add Tracy's riding schedule to my regular workouts.
Dog tired:
By age, by worry, by the way - neither of us is sleeping many hours, and the ones we do either classify as "passed out" or "restless." We both walk around in a delusion that we thought we were fit people, but then why are we sore? I have a permanent case of "booty lock" (thanks Peg), in my left cheek, (not the smiling one).
Give the dog a bone:
When all starts seeming grim, and perhaps pointless, CR tosses us the bone: duffel bags, and ride shirts.
So, it IS worth it, we ARE doing this, and let's go to bed NOW...it's an early ride day tomorrow.
Robo, Just don't forget, your NH Pack will be howlin' for you and Jeff the whole way! Go tandemgurl go! P-Bob
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