Where does the guy who makes big plans for the early morning workout (as he's setting the alarm clock for 5 a.m.) disappear to in the night? Lately, I am having trouble dragging my sorry, over-fed carcass out of the fart-sack by 6 a.m. Depicted above, is an image that will strike fear in the hearts of many of my friends who know that this young man is making sacrifices and is suffering more than we ever have. But it will all pay off for him, come cyclo cross time. Oy!
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