Morning after.

Woke up sore. Sat around for a bit. Ate a bowl of Cocoa Blastems. Sat around some more.

Rode about 2 hours with Monty (from here on in referred to as "little donny". Easy recovery. A few times he had me going faster than I wanted, which is to say, any speed that required effort to maintain. At any rate, my legs still work. I'm alive. One more recovery day tomorrow after work (thinking Wayzata) and then the final State Fair crit on Tuesday. A good week, I'd say. Just have to keep it up.

About to leave Oshkosh for the not so flooded pastures of Minneapolis. I'm pretty excited. I don't want to get back too late, I gotta get up early.

I want coffee. Well, a latte.