Horse power availed me this morning. I took a rest day yesterday. I went to bed early last night. I got to my parking spot early—so why did I feel like I was pulling a beer wagon up Ina Strase?
Going up Ina almost to Oracle, a skinny young cat greeted me with a friendly “G’ Morning”—the guy was freakin’ rail thin.
The wind won’t be blowing me off the road anytime soon—that guy that passed me climbing up Ina—that would be a different story.
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