Six-thirty comes early on a Saturday. Rolling over and going back to sleep takes a bit of resistance. Not quite strength, but nothing short of strong will.
As the alarm went off this morning I realized two things — this was the second time I’ve set an alarm since leaving Discovery and I really hate WYPR on a Saturday morning. I hit the snooze button. It was only natural. 
Eight minutes later, I something clicked. I’d known that the reason for the alarm was to get up to ride, but to be honest, I wasn’t really sure I wanted to get out of bed and meet the peloton when the alarm first went off. I could certainly ride on my own as I did a few weekends ago. But something clicked, and I got myself out of bed and scrambled into a pair of bibs and a jersey.
Since, I’d stayed in bed for an extra eight minutes, I really didn’t have time to make coffee. I grabbed an energy bar and a banana, filled the water bottles with Gatorade and headed to the shed. Walking out the door, I looked at the thermometer. 58F. More »
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