We've done the time, now it's time to do the crime. Hundreds of trips up and down hills a car driver would downshift on. More Gatorade (r) than is exported to China. Hours and hours of race visualization, or merely staring off into space, when the family (or the supervisor) is vying for our attention.
Rested? Doubtful. Tan? Unavoidably. Ready? No choice but to be. Today we ride. Tomorrow we fly. Hopefully Friday we don't crawl. Saturday, we'll stand tall.
(Just don't wake us on Sunday.)
Captain Steve
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