Alright, my dad and I went mountain biking this morning. MUCH BETTER than my last outing. It was a short ride (6.3 miles), but I actually did the entire loop I planned without wussing out.
I have to admit, I did most of the uphill portion in my granny ring, and I went _really_slow_(almost backwards), but what are you gonna do?
I am still in deep poop for this Saturday's race. I don't know what I was thinking entering that crazy trail race in the mountains a week before my last New Mexico tri.
Don't get your hopes up, folks. I will be out there for a long time. (Yes, it is a sprint.)
I will not be going out on a high note.