tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102685661617062574.post807120789125483744..comments2023-08-30T09:57:31.058-05:00Comments on Wholesome, Steel-Cut Goodness: The Yips Have Come Roaring Back, Baby!bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12422901243969548083noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102685661617062574.post-68781452357636085212015-04-03T05:37:50.831-05:002015-04-03T05:37:50.831-05:00Well done. I rarely get this affliction, but it d...Well done. I rarely get this affliction, but it does happen. Granted I am rarely involved in a race or challenging group ride, but when I was it happened only once in a great while. It seemed related to the fact that the workout was hard enough that my heart rate would not slow down below something like 90 even several hours after the effort.<br /><br />However - when I was a golfer - it happened all the time. I would worry about my swing. I would think about it as I drifted off. Then in the transition to sleep, my dream that I was taking a massive swipe at the ball would jostle me and the sheep, uh, er, Jill awake. About 7 or 8 times a night. Flintstone R Cubehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09534736994621915569noreply@blogger.com