To be blunt, I spent the better part of last night in the bathroom puking my guts out.
We had dinner with friends (somewhere new) and everything was great...until it wasn't, six hours later.
After a mere two hours of sleep, I ate some dry cereal and bundled up to hit the trails with my dad.
A touch of food poisoning, barely any sleep, and a sh*tty breakfast afforded me the strongest legs I've had in a while.
Riding as much as I can these days...no excuses.