The thunder and lightning started around 4 a.m., right about the time I was reaching for a Tylenol #2 to quell the throbbing pain in my recently bored-out tooth. It was still raining by 5:30 a.m., so I turned off the alarm and went back to sleep. Between the tooth and the rain, I figured it was a message from the training gods, and such messages are not to be ignored. No riding this morning - again. I'm not quite ready to break out the dreaded evil indoor trainer, but the thought has crossed my mind already. It hasn't been cold at all, so if I get really desperate, I may just jump on the old mountain bike and go out for a sloppy spin in the rain.
Of course, at that point it's not really "training" any more.
It's "therapy."
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