When We Love.

Well, the Northern Combine Three Day Tour is upon us, and due to my lungs sounding like a bowl of Rice Bubbles whenever I try to attack a hill, my priorities have been realigned. Before I had hoped to win. Now I'd like to survive. It will be tough. But I have been assured that our room has a spa, so even if I drop out after the first stage I will be able to spend the rest of the weekend lounging in the bubbles and reading my book. Win-win.