Day 3 at the Pipestone Training Camp, and folks, it’s as if Coach Bear took it upon himself to personally redefine human limits—and my ability to stand without looking like I’ve just discovered gravity. We kicked off with what I’ve lovingly dubbed the “deceptive saunter” spanning a breezy 0.72 miles. Seems relaxing, doesn’t it? Zoom to later in the day, and we’re not just talking about a lunch ride; we’re talking a lunch expedition that saw us conquering 16.58 miles with a skyward struggle of 2,300 feet.
But why call it a day there? After work, since our legs hadn’t yet thrown in the towel, we embarked on another 19-mile odyssey, ascending a “modest” 2,203 feet. By this stage, I’m half-convinced my bicycle is drafting a breakup text to me.
And just when you think it’s finally time to hit pause, boom—downhill frenzy! This “quick sip” morphed into a 39-minute, 6.4-mile blitz with a 1,139-foot descent, essentially my adrenaline’s way of pinching me to say, “Yup, still not a dream.”
Here I am, sprawled out, pondering whether my arms will ever heed my commands again, and all I can do is chuckle at the sheer lunacy of it all. Today wasn’t just about pushing boundaries; it was about buying those boundaries a one-way ticket to the next galaxy over. Exhaustion? Met its match. Satisfaction? Redefined. Day 4, you’re on notice—ready or not, here I come?
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