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Is and I are heading back to the States mid-July to whip the team, or what's left of it into a cohesive, tire-burning force-to-be-reckoned-with (if you'll pardon the dangling participle).
Lately, I've been punishing myself on La Finca Hill, right near home. It's three km up from one side and four up on the other side. Reason for the penance is my poor performance on the Amigos' last foray into the Hondon Valley. We went to Novelda last week and I wound up flaming out and walking about a km till I found my legs again. Needless to say, the group got a nice long rest while they waited for me. I figure that if I do La Finca at least twice a day when I'm not on a group ride, I'll not give the guys another lengthy rest period. Maybe dropping my weight to 175 will help, but I'd rather not give up beer and bread, rice and wine...and all that. But then, I'm not in Spain to eat twigs and grass. C'est la vie.
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