Woke up and had a big yellow acid fruit for breakfast and a lot of coffee. Kick start. Want to ride, badly. Far. Fast.
It has been too long. I need to race, to compete. Unleash the demons and pour aggression into the cranks, into the ground. Let my soul fly and taste blood in the back of my throat, tear, grind. Hurt.
But recently I have been lazy, fat and slow.
So breakfast is grapefruit. And coffee. And desire.
Soon, I'll ride. Soon, I'll race again.