The days when you're out there, running or riding, alone. No one comes outside to play. Its dark, lonely, rainy, and dreary. The kind of day, when the heavens open up for only enough rain to make the ground sticky. The kid that even the youngest and most imaginative children abhor.
I just rode the best I could, putting fourth whatever I knew was in me. The legs cramped, the rain poured, and the climbs were arduous. I exceeded by goal by 15 minutes ( 90 minutes instead of 75)
By the time I got back, I was truly famished. Those rare moments, wherein you feel completely empty, ready to take a bite out of your vehicle's tire. But it makes you remember how hard you work, and how far you've come.
Endure.
