Here’s something that makes little sense to me - almost as little sense as writing a post explaining why I'm too sick to write a post.
Riding 100 miles in one day?
It was tough but the next day I was doing yard work.
Riding 100 miles over two days - 50 miles per day?
I’m sick as a dog.
It seems that this fool is used to pushing his limits one day then recovering the next.
I need a day off.
So,
No foolsletter today.
I’m taking a gravol and going to sleep while the sun’s still shining.
See you tomorrow.
P.S. This doesn't count as the foolsletter. This is merely a sick note. Requires significantly less intestinal fortitude (which, frankly, is lacking today).