I just can not understand what goes through my head. If after all this time still fails to understand that if I want to improve, I have to put under the wheels a little 'edge?
But no! Even today I syrupy "new" about seventy km of plain, my thoughts turned from time to time to my problem in the saddle and the fear of being dry if I had competed in some tears, too easy.
And to say that I was struggling like a beast in the wind, I hate to see it as ugly and the enemy number one.
E 'futile 40 years are beginning to be felt and with them the feeling of tribulation as never before. But where's the fun??
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