I slayed my lunch ride. I decided to do some tempo intervals (seems to be all the rage these days) and had some good leg sensations. So I have a new pre-race ritual. If you see someone rooting around behind the restaurant you just ate at, the night before a race, in some random ski town, its just me. (run on sentence more than likely) Hey but please leave a couple dinner roles intact, and licking them just isn't cool.
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