I intended to ride for four hours but went ahead and stretched it to five. About an hour and a-half in I found myself at Five Minute Hill. I decided to tire my legs out a bit to see how well they would take the rest of the 24-hour race course so I did five back-to-back climbs. The things we do for fun, right? I was feeling it each time I got to that last part of the climb at Devil's Up. More than once I had to use the Barbara Woodhouse way. Walkies!
During my last lap I was going up Five Minute Hill one last (eighth) time when another cyclist overtook me and he calls me by name. It's a little unsettling for me when someone recognizes me and I only have a vague notion that I've met them before. Eric Ross, who tore up the Midnight Century last year, introduced himself--again since we met at the Midnight Century--and says he reads this blog. Cool. What are the odds of running across one of my tens of readers?
Along with training for the 24 Hour Race, I have another bike-related thing going on. Kathy's not too thrilled about it. It's definitely a work in progress.
Oh, and my ears are burning.
Sorry about knocking you off line at the top of your fifth go round! (unconscious retribution for introducing your readership to that time sink 2048 game?) I guess when you're riding a bazillion miles a week you increase your odds of running into all sorts of weirdos. Cheers- Eric
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