Have you ever had one of those days where you get a ton of work done, get out for a great ride with a good friend and, hey, maybe throw in a few hill repeats? Then you make a silly move. Flustered, you make a second silly move. And you know you messed up, and you feel really bad, but then someone follows you around and verbally flogs you for awhile for making "two asshole moves." You get embarrassed and feel like a 5-year-old being scolded for sneaking cookies for dinner, but you shake it off.
Then you get home and find a giant pile of fresh dog shit that looks like it came out of a Great Dane - way in the middle of your yard. And, oh, you don't have a dog. And picking up poo makes you gag so hard you vomit. And it's pretty warm outside, so it's extra squishy and smelly.
Finally, you head inside, picking up the mail to find our your insurance company has denied a claim, which means you get to pay lots of cash out-of-pocket.
But none of this matters because the sun finally decided to shine and you feel fantastic from the pleasure of a nice, long, hilly ride in good company.
That's the kind of day I'm having.
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