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Meet my psychologist

Meet my psychologist

Every morning, I awaken at 5 am (if the alarm doesn't get him up, one of our kitties will see to it), splash water on my face and put on my cycling clothes. Heading downstairs to the garage, I put on my cycling shoes, my iPhone, earbuds and iTunes and climb aboard my 34 year old steel bike (a vintage Team Miyata 12-speed my brother raced on for several seasons) attached to an Eclipse cycling trainer. The cranking begins.