Today I headed out. I did the intervals with out turning back, they kept taking me further out, I don't know why I did not turn back and head back in. I just wanted to ride on.
At the river fountain I filled my bottle and instead of turning around I pedaled on, the shade, and thin ribbon of trail kept pulling me farther from home.
How much is racing about the mental state?
The too long of a ride home was long and hot and lollygaggy.
Slowed in the shady cool spots.
Cheers, d.
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