This morning I did my first bike commute in quite some time. This summer has been the summer of socialization with me trying to hit up group road and mountain bike rides twice a week leaving me with no opportunities for commuting. This has been great for my social life but total suck ass for my inner hippie who wants to drive as little as possible. Soon I'm sure I'll tire of the driving to the rides and be back to my normal routine. The plus side is that my local trails will be all new and exciting again since I haven't been on them in ages. Sweet trails one mile from my house and I haven't ridden on them in a month but I have RUN on some of them recently. Something is wrong here. Very wrong.
My next race, The Great Adventure Challenge (an off road tri) is coming up in a couple of weeks so I've ramped up the running a bit recently including a run to the top of Hunger "mountain" once or twice a week. Can a hill with 300' elevation gain be called a mountain? Well, around here it can. I'm no Kílian Jornet Burgada but I'm doing my best, to do my duty, to god and my country... wait, I drifted off into cub scout land for a second there.
Why the photoshoping (or, to be more accurate, picasa-ing) of the photo above? Well, I feel weird enough posting close up pics of my own child on the inter-tube so there is no way I'm going to do that with someone elses kid (even though I'm sure I've done plenty of that in the past).