This weekend I did my first repeats in quite a while Wait, repeats is a running term. Us cyclists like to use the term "intervals" instead. So, like I said, I did intervals this weekend but not the kind that you'd think. I have a hard enough time doing intervals during race season. This time of year? Fat freakin chance! This weekend's intervals involved running up a hill to slide back down. Too bad my jeans and shoes provided too much friction and not enough speed. Did get a near crash though.
Thursday, I convinced a whopping one of the Bathers to come to the land of Edges and Combs to try out the local wares. C-dog was up for it though so we set out on a new-to-him route that took in about 83% of what is out my back door. We would have hit 92% but I f'ed up the route prep and that last 9% would have required re-climbing a not totally fun woods road.
it was good times, hitting the dot at 2 hours and finished up with a couple of beers and burritos that Marcy was kind enough to prepare. Tasty.