It's been an odd June here on the coast... normally by now, the central valley is burning to a crisp in triple-digit heat while we sit in the fog shrouded 50's.
Not so far, anyway... my gawd it's just been beautiful.
Blue skies, still, calm air, the hills awash is glorious sunshine, temps in the high 70's.
The kind of days that make you curse the 20 years you've wasted and want to hold on to life for all your worth.
The kind of days that say: "I'm working from home, it's lunch time and I'm going for a ride"
So I head out and do an hour... or so...
Normally I save it for the weekend but, since I'm able to climb it, now, in fairly short order, I find myself occasionally going up Sharp Park Road for lunch.
My band partner says to me, he says: "Ken someday soon, you will ride up that road twice"
And I digress.
Anyway, I did this today for lunch. For fun! What kind of fool does this for fun?
Stopped for a minute and did this:
Went back down. Wheeeeeeee....... Did a little mile cool down lap which brought right back to bottom of the climb I just did.
They do talk about hill repeats... finding a climb that takes 10-20 minutes do it.
Do it again.
Repeat as necessary.
Well, I don't know why but I looked at my watch and thought:
"Hm. It takes 10 minutes or less to go up. I have time. It's beautiful out, I feel good. Why not?"
So, I did this again.
You know, it's a lot harder going up the second time.
But I did.
Wasn't wearing my HR monitor. Probably a good thing.
I felt OK but I'd bet it was higher than it's supposed to be.
Last I checked, I still have all my parts so i guess I got away with it.
Man, do I feel good right now.