My four day weekend of sweet ass riding was just not meant to be. First I over did it on Friday leaving me sore for Saturday. Then, Ian and Tye flake out on me today.
I woke up today feeling good but kind of medicine head feeling. But I was determined to go out today. So I packed up the bike, dog and wife and headed out to CCCP.
Shortly after arriving I started booting up. Into strapping up the first boot I got seriously out of breathe. These are not new boots. They have been broken in and are easy to strap up. When I say easy think about how easy it would be to get into Tonya Harding's pants. Yeah! It's that easy. So there is no reason I should have been out of breathe. I didn't really think anything of it so I went onto the track. Half way through my first lap on the night track I was really fucking out of breathe. I felt like I just ran a long distance. I just taking a break and getting back on the track and the same thing happened. With the shortness of breathe I couldn't focus on keeping my heading up. So I was making mistakes left and right. Probably no more than an hour after getting to CCCP I packed up and left.
Maybe I am coming down with something? Did I maybe catch something after that night with Tonya Harding?
4 days of sweet ass riding were not meant to be.
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