Declarations of Intentions to thereby engage the BRECK EPIC were made exactly one week ago.

7 days to be precise.

And since that time I have done my best to exploit the mere weeks available that remain in advance and before the big days that will come.

Effective definitively and right away, back then, with extreme prejudice and absolutely no bench mark in sight, I began making a concerted effort to impose aimless and hurtful exhaustion on this here vessel.

An absence of searing pain brings feelings of guilt and self doubt.

Pointless exhumations now include;

• Increased long haul junk miles…every point is a destination…
• Hill repeats…repetition without design…repetition unto regurgitation…
• Running…really…

Wednesday was a regrettable and unavoidable day off…not for a lack of things to do, or calories to expend, but for a lack of things that can effectively be done from the fetal (aka Spak) position.

Suffice it to say the instantaneous addition of high-season training on the current pre-season conditioning has left all unnecessary motions…all but virtually unpossible.

With Summer Solstice quickly approaching, thoughts of the some should likely be turning to tapering.

Such pansifical behavior will not be tolerated on the Court of Dingle.

There is no time.
Damn the torpedoes and watch your step…

Such will be the unofficial and unscripted plan, this here work to destroy or rebuild (onnacounta the Breck) will continue, unabated, by the impending disaster that will certainly be 24-solo.

Bottom line and matterafacto;

I will be incensed if I don’t arrive on the 1st at DIA and Dicky (all 134lbs of her) doesn’t have to drag me from the carousel to the awaiting Subaru.

Enter: SUBSTANCE PROJECTS.

Specifically:  MARATHON CHALLENGE #2.

This Sunday, 6 days prior to Solstice, the intention is not just to complete BUT compete in an event that exhibits the following highlights;

• 78.5km (48.78 miles)
• 4000m (13,123 ft)

The former is entirely possible with the addition of bordering forestry lands, the latter?  
51m every kilometer?
Time will tell.

Let’s see if Mr Barsolow can defend his reigning MARATHON SERIES SINGLE SPEED CHAMPION title against actual riders…

In a totally unrelated note, Jamie, this guy called – he wants his WOW back. 

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