A PAIR OF 45s MADE ME OPEN MY EYES!

LEAVE IT TO HOLLIES to set things right. I'm not sure when it heppened, but it's pretty dawgawn clear my sprint is dead and... ... we gotta do some resurrectin'. A veil of dust and yuck has been yanked open. I couldn't put my finger on it,but on today's MTB ride I could sense it. Something I love, is missing. The shackles of endurance were weighing me down... ... the chains getting longer and heavier. It's my sprint, my freakin' sprint. I used to love to sprint... ... not the fastest, but cagey and wiley. That was it. Somehow, the singular focus on long endurance races had killed the speeding spirit... That fire. The angst. Thunder and lightning ... slumbered like a middle-earth Tolkien forest. Doing the dishes an old tune came into my mind... ... What's the name of that? Next thing I know, Long Tall Woman... ... is cranked up to 11. Dishes, instantly done.. I'm jamming, alternating between... Squats PullUps PushUps Bent Rows, BENT ROWS!!! ... reactivating those muskulls. Can't freakin' wait to get on my bike, and sprint! === 166.7 lbs (starting to wonder if my scale is stuck)8ish hrs sleep (10:15-6:30am)PullUps PushUps Squats Rows10 minutes recovery120 minutes reading + Journaling https://www.strava.com/athletes/10248