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Took and extended route home today and spent over
an hour and a half trying to ride every street I could
work in with hill in the name. "Double nickles"
buzzed in my right ear and wind whistled in my
left. Pedaled squares, trapezoids, pentagons, even
some triangles, anything but circles (damn, haven't
been riding enough in the last 2 weeks) up and down
for almost an hour before I had any sort of rhythm.
Stopped at the top of Tower Hill and was immediately
drenched in sweat, so down down down I went;
was finally able to Jam Econo and spin. Hell's belles,
I needed that.