After riding around Johnson's Lake with my friend, I decided I "needed more training" for the day so I hit the gravel roads here in Dawson County. I pretty much killed myself. I made a stop in Cozad for a break but I basically did the opposite of what every sane cyclist normally does on this unfortunate day. I caught the headwind on the return trip. Myself and my 29er were both squeaking and moaning by the time I was about halfway back and almost out of water. Needless to say I lowgeared it back slow and steady and chalked it up to a good training ride. My body is going to pay tomorrow and my bike needs to pay a visit to JoyRide if a little lube and cleaning dust off doesn't quiet her down again.
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