Days like this

Saturday ride: After a restful night, I awoke feeling… exhausted and aching all over? It's not supposed to work like that. Oh my mama told me / There'll be days like this—she just didn't say there would be so many. The thought of the industrial-grade chip and seal on my regular route filled me with dread. I stayed on the smoothest asphalt available en route and rode out and back until I had done as much as fell just short of too much and then I headed home.

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