I sit trying to disambigulize my day. I won't have any luck, I pretty much knew that when my eyes first popped open this morning. I felt like doing a majestic ride/race. I raced, attacked, sat in, worked hard, but still no single purpose. I should put this in a race log,: "felt weird."
post race stops coming down the turnpike, Maple Acres Farm
Whole foods beer, pizza and growler fill.
Friday night was a fine night, sat in the park and chatted with Lee.
all in all this stuff rattles away in the brain looking for its nook of purpose.
cheers, I shall toast you with some Duchesse De Bourgogne.