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Well, if karma always remains balanced, then I was your counterweight. My ride was the opposite of yours. It was so hot here that the 98.6 degree air coming out of my lungs and streaming across my face felt refreshing in comparison to the oven-like conditions outside. After only about 25 miles (of pretty fast effort), I retreated to the back of the group and quit talking so that no one would know I was really suffering. I managed to stay on, just barely, because it was so hot that I think everyone else was feeling like I was to some degree. The last 5 miles were the traditional "cooldown" where everyone replays the ride, the attacks, and trades good natured ribbing. Pretty much everyone admitted being cooked, but they had no idea that I was barely turning the pedals over. With about 3/4 mile to go, I flatted. Sheeeeeeeet! I was so worked that I couldn't go to sleep when I went to bed. Recent job stress probably had something to do with that too, but I ended up laying semi-comatose-anxious watching 2 cycles of Miami CSI on A&E until 3:00 a.m. Oh well.
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