As I sat in the car for 12 hours today, noticing how often I wanted to stop for...say...a snack or lunch or my second breakfast or whatever, I was wishing I was driving my bike instead of the team van. I chomped through a big taffy stick and a box of junior mints after chowing down some Culver's . I know boredome causes false hunger signals, or whatever, but I suffered and caved. And my measily hour post-car trip ride was not enough for complete justification for my sugar binge. It'll have to do for tonight; I'll make it up the rest of the week as I watch a big group of pro women suffer!
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