Oops

Looking back on it, predicting a recovery day for today seemed a
little fool-hardy. Especially since I can't turn down a new dad with
limited rides who invites me out.

And in hindsight, suggesting Kelley Point -- a long slog on the best
days -- on a windy, 90 degree day maybe wasn't too bright either.

I am pretty sure we both bonked. And that was before his six mile
uphill ride home and my ten mile commute back to my refrigerator.

Everything hurts. Tomorrow MUST be a rest day.

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