On the way home last night, I got yelled at...by a magpie. I was cruising down a hill at a pretty good clip, and the stupid thing decided to take flight right across my path. When it was right in front of me, it let out a loud squawk as if to say, "Look out you moron!" I missed it by inches, but at least I missed it.

Kicked butt again on the climb out of the valley, but it was pretty easy pickin's yesterday.

This morning was beautiful. A bit chilly in short sleeves at 12C, but once the blood was pumping, I didn't notice anymore.