Divine Mercy Climb 🎼& PiggyBack Spooky Truckyard

Volume Intervals w/ Rosary Shout

Afternoon Ride

Lunch Run

Afternoon Hike

Yo. His palms are sweaty, knees sleek, mid-section heavy; There's vomit on his jersey already, (pandemic spaghetti) He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop watts, but he keeps on regrettin’ the lost strava crowns, there’s no crowd to help him now; He opens his mouth, but only loud gasps come out; He's chokin', how, every pedal stroke slows down; The clocks run out, times up, over, Pow! Snap back to reality, oh there goes an SUV, A stop sign in front of me, grab the brakes suddenly, He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy? No He won't have it, he knows the whole route to each segment: It don't matter, he's not doped, he knows that, but he's stoked; He's so time-crunched, he knows, when he goes back to his Rhode Island home, that's when it's Back to the laptop again, yo, more emails: “***** Stole Your KOM” Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him!