
Last Thursday morning, Dudley felt the need to check out the snomo trail on foot up by the lot on Martin Road. He graciously chauffeured my ass from here as company was requested.

Feeling like a ton of shit... it was a struggle to gather my things for the jaunt. Spending 3 hours/day for the previous few on the bike has left the legs very heavy. Especially, since I've been doing these efforts on the messy sideroads. The workout of choice was to be in fartlek mode and I had the job to gauge whether he's getting any quicker. Being in shape is something that hasn't found me yet, so, if it were based off current fitness then I'd say YEAH because he slammed me in the hurt locker!!

frosty-spit & snot-faced
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