I’m tired and it hurts, that is the general consensus of this training and we’re not that far into it, but then again its not far away! Also, to top it off I managed to forget I was clipped into my pedals, much to the amusement of Foska Tony. Apparently I even did a little profanity laced dance on the way down to the floor via a traffic cone.
After retrieving myself from the floor I looked to my right, and came face to face with none other then a bus full of passengers, each of them with a sly look humor spread across them. I hung my head in shame.
More practice is needed, plus a means of revenge for the still whooping Foska Tony, ideas welcomed.