Today I jumped on the Seven and road out, south to a land of hope and optimism. Where my lungs are clear, my legs got kick and the living is easy. Had plans to do 60-70 miles and get back for a Lindsay Buckingham concert tonight. As I kissed the S.O. bye - she asked how far? Oh, 'bout 4-5 hours. Really! You gonna be any fun tonight? Dang... the voice of reason. So since I have been sick and LONG rides do tend to make one a wee bit tired - I adjusted the plan. Decided to go for two hours and ease back into the regimen.
Did 35 miles. Felt pretty good.
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