Guardian Angel

Dear Readers,

My name is fatmarc vanderbacon. I am your team's mid pack masters rider. Today, I got up early wrote a paper, drank a cup of coffee and took off to ride the weekly Angry Man's ride.

My legs did not feel good. I struggled. I bit my lip. I told my legs to shut up. I told myself to HTFU.
Then I died a million deaths, and rolled off the back and headed home.

along the way, I was really bonky. A little dizzy. I thought I might have to call Diane to pick me up.

Then, then I felt like I had a Guardian Angel over my shoulder looking out for me. Someone to help push me along and help me get home.

Just a weird feeling. Nothing I could Substantiate. I got home safely, exhausted.

thanks for reading.

respect
fatmarc