When I was in high school, I worked as a house painter/messenger/gofer for a painting crew in New York City. I routinely rode from our home in Brooklyn up to the upper east and west sides of Manhattan and back again. I was never in amazing shape, but I could hold my own.
Today's roughly 5 mile ride (we live about .5 miles from the trail) all but killed me. My knees ached all through the ride, I was horribly out of breath. I feel like I've been beaten up.
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