I left early (naturally) and was rolling west on I-10 before 6 AM. The sun rose behind me at around 7.

Just as the sun was clearing the horizon, a quick coyote ran across the highway a couple hundred feet in front of me. Good omen.
This blog was about the adventures of a mediocre athlete who tries to do the best he can. I don't call myself an athlete any more. My life changed. I don't ride peddly bikes anymore. I now identify as a goatherd
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