Last night, after work, we formed a peloton. Collins, Jerad, Victor, Joe, Glen, and I took a ride up Woodford (heaven forbid you pronounce the "d"... it's Wooooofurd around here, folks!) we took it right around the first truck pull off, turned around and Weeeeeeeee we flew down the mountain. Victor's comp. had us at 38 mph (mine decided not to work--the batteries are fresh, trust me, I know a guy)
I biked to work... so I had to bike home. Stupid mountains. they're everywhere! Made it home (sweaty) threw on running shoes and ran a mere 2.2 miles. Honestly, this was the most difficult brick ever! My legs felt like boulders. Gross.
Next week I'm in Westlake for buisness, so THANK GOODNESS for the flatlands. I can't wait! I was meant for the Great Plains. This whole 'green mountain' thing is a bit tough to adjust to (and it's been over a year now!!)
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