I stuffing the miles, like a greedy man. I have had Easter and racked up some good training then, now the tribe is tiki-touring around the North Island, infesting BMX tracks and skate parks, so I'm domiciled in the domestic abode, with merely myself and my mongrel for company, and I'm capitalising on this chance, the good weather and current mental fortitude in tracking down my missing fitness.
This cold snap, sure it's clear skies, but it's still unpleasantly cold compared to what we are used to, has come suddenly, and the darker recesses of the cycling wardrobe are being plumbed. Hell, I'm not ready for thermal 3/4s, full finger gloves and cold tootsies.
Some songs just hurt.
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