Imagine working on your passing game during the off-season so you can feed Shaq in the post, only to have him traded to the Heat in the off-season. Your game no longer appropriate to watching Kobe try to score thirty, you play catchup trying to adjust and make in onto the floor come game time.
That sums up the reroute at Platte for me. I worked on fitness and being able to rush up two crushing climbs, only to have the second turned into a technical switchback back and forth dance step due to erosion issues. Now I have roughly two weeks to find some flow. My only hope is to quickly learn some decent lines, pray then don't change, then have some people blow up in the Marathon in two weeks. Platte can be a killer, so a girl can dream.
In commuter news, I felt a bit sluggish this morning and dumped an entire mocha into a water bottle and rolled. Worked like a caffiene charm. Will the bottle still be worthy of water later. Good question. There's been a bit of mocha backwash handing in the bottom all day. Yumm.
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coffee in waterbottle, Bleecchhhh!
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