Mott Everest 09.07.17

At 03.50 a.m., an owl flew right across my path and almost hit me in the face. It was pitch black.  I was convinced the rottweilers from number 3 had jumped the fence and were hot on my tail and I was crawling up the second of 148 Mott Street ascents in 34/28 (my lowest … Continue reading Mott Everest 09.07.17