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'It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.' Theodore Roosevelt 23 April 1910

Wednesday, 30 June 2010

Speeeeeeeeeeeeed

In training. On the bike.

In training. Intervals. 6 minutes. 51kmh. OUCH! Recover. 2 minutes. Repeat. OUCH! Feels good!

On the bike. The TT bike. PoD. New position. High saddle. Low bars. Not so comfortable. Man up. Seems powerful. And fast. Oh so fast. Feels good!
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2 comments:

Cavegirl said...

How many glasses?

1 July 2010 at 08:41
Turbo Man said...

I think we were measuring in bottles last night! :-)

1 July 2010 at 13:29

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