To Old Upper Thomson Rd, 24 km. Besides my tyres, my legs also feel rubbery. After climbing 50 stories yesterday. And after another hard slog at work today, I do sprints on my bike, preparing for a mountain bike race where there're mountain bikes but no mountain. While cycling is fun, training isn't. The best part of tonight's ride is when a group of cyclists pass and we exchange greetings. The next best part is when I decide the training is over.
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