Don't know how crazy you can get craving bike zen, but I feel like I'm wanting to burst out of a cage or something. I listen to my riding songs and ride the trainer, but I just don't get the rush like I do climbing like a banshee. Guess Zen is more a peace thing, I'm ready to bust out like the Hulk. And on good days, I look just like him, without the green tempera paint.
The rolling hills around here are silly putty. I've tried to ride them, and there is no joy in the effort as yet. Too much muck, wind and rain. It's coming though, and the legs are ready to kill.
I'll let you know when I've scorched the sinew!
Micah.
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