Up, up, up...
Today, under beautifully warm October weather, Henning and I suffered mightily. We climbed hard up and down ridiculous roads in Marin. At one point, I used the last of my lung capacity to sputter obscenities at his rear wheel as he road away from me, only to find him around the next bend on bent over his bike repeating the same foul language.
Had either of us been in any sort of shape, it would have been spectacular.
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