I had a faculty meeting this morning. Aside from the fact that I hate meetings, this one was particularly trying. We're in the middle of a curriculum revision that I think is a total crock of spit and the faculty is divided, I'm in the middle of a difficult contract negotiation [anyone wanna hire a cycling journalism professor?], and there's at least one guy on faculty who I dream of running over with my bike.

I didn't realized how cheezed I was by the whole thing until I went for an afternoon ride. I took out my cyclocross bike and headed to the mountain. I rode for two hours with my HR within a couple of beats or above my AT for one hour and fifteen minutes of the time. It takes me about 15 minutes to get to and from the park itself, so I must have been charging hard the whole time I was there.

Like I said, I didn't realize how much frustrated energy I had inside me... but I got it out on the ride.

I feel much, much better how.