Ode to a bike ride that took place one night in early April, 2014.

April 12, 2014

I did some brutal Functional Threshold to Maximum Aerobic Power intervals tonight, 5 of them, 30 seconds on and 2.5 minutes off, repeat 3 times.

Oh the pain.

They sucked. But they were very rewarding.

They occurred under a temperamentally cloudy sky with our crew fighting headlong into, or racing at our backs, a warm spring wind that had that kiss of promise that warm spring winds can have.

It whispered and then roared a declaration of renewal, rebirth, and of great things to come.