Foreign Roads

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Embracing the foreign cracks, tight bends and unrelenting pitches of the winding pavement ahead, I brace my heaving chest over the rain-soaked handlebar. My breath mists out in front as a new extension of the dense fog clinging to the mountain side. Past the point of no return, the late afternoon light is fading, as is the energy in my legs.

The timer on my interval split time says I can stop my interval, my work day complete but there is more to climb, more to explore. Should I taper it back and enjoy the new road while enjoying the satisfying sensation of another workout complete or do I keep pedaling, using the unknown distance to the crest as a carrot, pulling my legs over the cranks, pushing for more.



Ride hard this weekend.

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