Getting through the last bits of the season gets harder if the
weather isn't happy. Today it wasn't too bad, my avoidance of
tomorrow's race isn't really by choice, I'm happy to stay home and
ride to avoid the weirdness that is the springs. I hear the end,
smell the wax iron, feel the silence coming along. The more I do, the
better it all will be. An unplanned late season break from racing.
Two weekends off, going into three and the fourth weekend being it,
over. I hear it coming.
Bundled up too much for today, I got home and wrung out my clothes, showered and I was still sweating, the thermometer read 39℉ (4℃) good clothes go a long way.
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