Instead of more junk miles I decided to do a shorter, higher-intensity ride today that ended with me actually puking on the bike for the second time ever. Yeah, betcha really wanted to know that. Then I topped it off with two "sprints" up Madrona. Well, I used to sprint up Madrona, today was more trying to keep my bike in a straight line and not crash on jello legs. Damn I'm outta shape. But I think I exercised my demons :) Followed it up with hot yoga and now I'm dead on the couch.
I think I missed the moral of the day. Throwing up on the bike is sometimes therapeutic??
Saturday, February 14, 2009
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