Suburban Workout

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I could've gone to Bootcamp,
could've gone to kick-boxing,
could've gone to yoga,
could've run to the beach,
could've done the elliptical machine,

but with the temperature outside falling by the day,  I opted for a bike ride instead.

From Westport to Fairfield on two wheels.

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