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Saturday, November 23, 2013

Barrier to entry

Nov distance: 94 km

Woodlands, 53 km. I'm in such a rush, I forget to fill my water bottle. I never thought I'd look forward to a ride when I've halved my ride frequency this year, from weekly to fortnightly. It doesn't help that I need to work all of this weekend, so I squeeze some time to cycle.

The road that leads to the highest point on the route is now barred. An insect buzzes and crashes into my cheek. Another, fortunately much smaller, ends up in my throat.

A 2.5 hour ride now seems long, though I used to cycle thrice that duration, nay, even all night.

I finish the ride anyway. When there's no choice, there's but one thing to do: endure.

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