Holy crap. The year is already half over. I'm just a few days from turning 30. It's the kind of day I just want to go out and ride and ride and ride. It's the kind of day I lie in bed (even if bed is a couch right now) with my Clubby.
There are times when you're an hour into a run...after a five hour bike ride....and it's only 2pm on blistering Saturday afternoon when you turn to your training partner and say "THIS is what makes us fucking rockstars".