Today’s ride went much better probably because I was so incredibly pissed at myself from yesterdays puke-by-the-side-of-the-road-fest. I was riding angry today and I think it helped. I made it to 5 miles today before I absolutely could not go on anymore and then I had to turn around and ride the 5 miles back to the house. I liken this activity to painting yourself into a corner. I simply ride as far away from my house as I possibly can and when I nearly collapse I then have to ride the distance back. Throwing myself to the wolves so to speak. I may write a book perhaps seek out a late night infomercial deal and explain my mostly, if not fully, insane training routine.