Yesterday I rode home from work again, but this week was a bit different. Last week I finished and told myself, You're old, fat, slow, and nobody likes you.
Last night I rolled up the driveway and had a Stuart moment:
"I'm thin enough, I'm fast enough, and doggone it people like me."
I finished in 3:04, shaving a full 24 minutes off my time from the previous week. I am in no way under the misconception that my fitness has increased that much in one week. As I have mentioned numerous times before, sometimes you just have good legs.
Here are a few pictures:
Next week, weather permitting, my time will likely be closer to 3.5 hours and I can go back to hating myself again.