There's nothing like three straight days attacking the short, steep climbs on the reservation's park roads mixed with traffic sprints on Blue Hill Ave in the heart o' the 'pan to get you in shape for the spring races. In years past, I'd schedule a few vacation days to coincide with the 3daagse, even recruiting some of the mates and KL to put in some big days of several hours each. This year, I guess the scheduling snuck past me, and before I knew it the 3daagse was here and I had to work. Going to Plan B, I figured I could just pack the bike in the car and head over to the 'hood every night, but the cold, rainy, true Belgian style weather has had me cowering with my tail between my legs.
Actually, Tuesday night I did make it out on the road after work, but I rode from home. I got a pretty late start, and it was sleety and drizzly, but all bundled up I rode hard to keep warm and made the best of it. Yesterday I didn't pack the bike as the forecast was a 100% chance of a shitfest, and sure enough after a dry morning the evening sucked. I got stuck at work past seven anyway, so I didn't even get on the trainer. That leaves us with tonight. With late word just in that
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