Labor Day weekend was already stacked with a 60 mi road race and two 75 min crits.
Why'd I have to go dancing and then show up at the 27th annual Full Moon Ride at 2am Sunday morning? Maybe cause I knew Legolas would be there to make
sure we rode it faster than anyone else or maybe its cause I would have not been able to pick up a stolen, split watermelon slice off the H-E-B parking lot turned 4am bicycle encampment and share it for some popcorn and fat tire. Who really knows?
No doubt I took advantage of a free yoga class on Labor Day's Free Day of Yoga.
Two pack finishes, a $100 prime and a 9th place in the race with the best purse.
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I'm getting there.
Just need to get used to being turned inside-out-around-upside-down. It's really a heart opener and learning-to-trust-that-which-you-cannot-see-but-supports-you tranquility that frequently reminds me what fear is to me and shallows my breath.
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When you've been denied something so vital and elemental to existence for an extended period, the offering just received leaves me wondering if this is a sign of the manys influencing the one.
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Give it one more go in Dallas on Thursday night. 75 minutes of blazing fun and then the race wheels go bye bye for a bit. Still on the bike every day tho. Cars and time become the pack and finish line.
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I like the last line of this post. And I hope the race went well in Dallas last Thursday.
you're a beast, j-tru. i can't wait for us to be done with recovering from this season so we can do it all over again... but faster and smarter!
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