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I rode my bike to the studio this morning, and it was dark. I had the whole road to myself and it felt good to fly on an open road. I had the speedometer up to 35 on the flats. I'm always curious as to why the false flats are always worse than the obvious climbs. It must be the frustration of wanting it to be flat. My head tells me that it is flat so why the feeling of frustration when the mind is wrong. We hate when our mind deceives us, but it does it to us all the time.

(c) kenneth martin