Falling apart
I kinked a muscle in my chest somehow. It’s not supposed to hurt to breathe.
40 miles this weekend. I won’t be hitting 300 before the MS150. I may not even hit 200.
Does it matter? No. I know that. It doesn't bother me, much. But I suppose it has to be done. Something has to be said... even if it is just screaming at the wind.
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