Rode home from work today. I wasn't really into it, but I wasn't willing to throw in the towell against my nemesis. As I approached the incline I realized my rythm wasn't going to jive well. I stood up and pumped, and quickly my legs felt thick and sluggish...cause they were. By the mid-point I was suffering. I was breathing heavily and my mind was wandering. I attempted to pin down the fleeting thought, "I did not want to walk it". Finally the crest was in sight. I was weaving a bit more with each pedal stroke. My mouth was open wide, and I was certainly spraying saliva with each heave of my lungs, but it still seemed that I couldn't get enough air. Eventually the ground leveled out, and all I could do was gratefully sit. Another battle was in the books. I did not suck.
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