That cappuccino will have to wait.

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You’re bonked.
The bunch rolls into the cafe patio after a three hour slugfest of inclines and accelerations and maxed heart rates.  It’s a chilly morning but your base layer is soaked.  And your tank is empty.
Someone suggests a lap around the local lake for bonus miles and two others take up the offer.  Your first inclination is a hard no.  That cappuccino and pastry is speaking your language, you’re wrecked, and another hour of pedaling squares conjures images of hell.  But something inside you says yes – an empty stomach, and concrete legs, and still something inside says yes.  Maybe it’s the soul yearning for more road.  Or a further escape from the realities of your world.   Doesn’t matter.  That cappuccino will have to wait.

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