Yoda is the man. There was very little to like about the new "old" Star Wars movies, but the younger (?!?) Yoda, with the lightsaber and the high-impact aerobics was definitely one of the high points. But I digress....
Originally I was going to call this "the end of Coach Troy", but that's not necessarily true. Today I had a choice: slot in Coach Troy for another bout of crankarm bending, or hit the roads and crank it outside, as Cliff says "crank it 'til it hurts".
It's 22 degrees C (that's warm for you Amerks - 68F in your cute little temperature system) and sunny. Coach Troy never had a chance.
This morning was a power set, all in the big ring. 8 X 1 minute in the biggest gear I have (52/12), the last two of which were standing uphills. Brutal. Averaged 34 km/h (21.2 mph for you others) which doesn't sound like much, but is a pretty good clip for me.
Today, cranked it until it hurt. So much that I just finished my "recovery" run, nine hours later and I'm totally bagged. Good day overall.
Peace.
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