Hour one. Spinning easy.
Oh, no. Not the pink skin suit?!
Sweaty already.
Bob’s barking breakfast
Odwalla bar and coffee.
Ed gasping for air.
Just ride endurance?
Shift up, up..."how much more, Ed?
Bidon off John’s head.
Hour four. Yes, hour four.
“Hey, I can’t feel my (censored)!”
Watkins still rolling.
Monstrous appetites.
I think Newt ate Nicholas.
More French toast? Of course.
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Four hours on the trainer? Fours hours straight...? You're crazy.
I only did 2.5 hours on Sat.
I stopped twice to piss and fill bottles, but yeah. Watkins was on rollers and only got off once.
As Krabbe said, "My brains were oozing out of my ears."
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