Finally a weekend with the sun.
So on Saturday me apart "Mazzucchelli" for a SFR. Everyone says that they work. Maybe, but I din balls, these exercises are a damn job already and I work all week!
Sunday instead of a hundred km altitude above 1,000 m.
The day begins not in the best way because "Claudio the Clock" lies down on a roundabout. Bad blow and end the trip Sunday.
We resume the ride and we sequentially salitine Carate Urio, Monte Olimpino Camnago Volta. Come back through the Walloon Montorfano. The award of "up" is harder to tear the 150 meters into the center of Cadorago. What he said "... it's all relative" he was right.
The best feeling, although I still feel thousands of miles away to define the condition is "acceptable." The tragedy is that the burden does not fall! It seems that my body metabolizes the air as it does with chocolate.
Psychologically I do not see the scale go down due to a deep depression.
Hyena
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