Day 2 at Pipestone Training Camp, and it seems Mr. Bear has morphed into Coach Bear, a drill sergeant in disguise. Picture this: me, bleary-eyed, reaching for my coffee like it’s my lifeline, only to be told by Coach Bear that my morning ritual is now replaced with sprints. Coffee? What coffee?
I somehow made it to work, fueled by sheer will and the fear of Coach Bear lurking behind every corner. Work was a blur, but by noon, I was dreaming of a peaceful lunch, maybe a little downtime to recharge. Ha! Wishful thinking. Coach Bear had other plans—apparently, “lunch ride” is the new “lunch break.”
The end of the day couldn’t come fast enough. Thoughts of a serene meditation session or a leisurely gravel ride home danced in my head. But no, Coach Bear, in his infinite wisdom, decided that what I really needed was to ride until the sun dipped below the horizon. “Ride until you drop,” he said. And I, the ever-obedient trainee, complied, wondering if my legs would ever forgive me.
In Coach Bear’s world, recovery is for the weak, and coffee is a distant dream. But hey, at least I’ll be in peak shape—or collapse trying. Here’s to surviving Day 3.
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