For some reason I am always in a rush to get home from school, and the beast within me takes over. Even though my legs are shot from the previous days ride I always find myself time trialing home. I don't know what I am racing against or why I ride my heart out only to stop at the next stop light a hundred meters up the road, that has to mean I am anxious to race right?
Well today I was in a rush, attempting to mix school with cycling. My typical Monday ride went down, around the airport, only to end up back at school for a review lesson in stats before the final. I didn't really fit into place, as I was sporting our fancy new white kit. whatevah... I got my ride and some studying in, what could be better?
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