I don't recall much of the Friday morning ride other than it was pretty quick and 45 minutes earlier than my typical 'early' days.
The nighttime ride was to make the 642. I looked down at my phone and saw it was 621. I helped a bald guy get his bike from the rack and then I put on a few tracks from Accept's Blind Rage and made a dash. Getting up Nassau was tough. I got to the Bridge and felt that runner's high. I got to work at 815am and was there literally all day and I was not missing out on Miri before bed. That thought propelled me during the incline and I was unstoppable. By the time I got to ATL I saw that maybe 17 minutes had passed. I had time to spare.
I certainly broke a sweat that night but it primed me for a necessary workout. Things are getting tougher at work and I'm always a little cynical of everything. Hard to shake these old feelings. Even if you get a 99 out of 100, it's still sort of a fail.
Thank you for reading.
Playlist:
200 Years 4:31 Accept Blind Rage 6:25 PM
Bloodbath Mastermind 6:00 Accept Blind Rage 6:31 PM
From The Ashes We Rise 5:54 Accept Blind Rage 6:37 PM
The Curse 6:29 Accept Blind Rage 6:43 PM
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