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A perfect day...

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Today is supposed to be a perfect weather day. High in the 70's. Lots of sunshine. Too bad I'll be working most of it. I had another spinning morning. It was pretty hard to get out of bed today. I awoke coughing about 12:30am. Couldn't get back to meaningful sleep. When 4:20 came, I tried to talk myself into staying in bed. But I got up and went to the AM spinning class anyhow. The class isn't much of a challenge of late. I tried increasing tension to give more of a workout. I hope my knee doesn't hurt because of it.

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