A war is also fought during retreats. Many gloryless, fightless steps back, in the hopes of later strides forward.
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I dragged the bike bag back down the stairs towards the subway station. It would have to wait.
On the days that followed, many a standing ride ensued, and throughout the constant fear in the back of my mind. Is it back?
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Two weeks later, we made it to the check-in counter. The performance was lacklustre at best, but deep within, I celebrated joyfully
Everything - the season, and more - is not lost.
Aiguilles d’Entrèves traverse (3,600m)
5 months ago
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