I took two days off--Friday and Sunday--to give myself some downtime and potentially avoid injury. On Saturday I rode 19 miles, which was great except for the rough road. Lordy, they should give some warning! They had "roughed up" a section of road about two miles long in preparation for repaving, but there were no signs warning that this section was coming up (at least not from the end where I got on--when I got off there were big electronic signs warning of road work) and I had no idea how long it was going to last. I think if I had been warned that it wasn't going to end until I got off the road, I would have turned around after a couple hundred feet and gone back the way I came! As it was, every bone in my body got shaken up and rattled around and I said a lot of bad words. I kept expecting bits of my bicycle to fall off. I planned to go for a run after that, but ran out of time - Brian had to be somewhere about a half an hour after I got home. But I think there was enough interval-y about the workout (lots of hills) that it'll count towards that goal.
It looks like today's run will be on a treadmill--the rain is pretty steady out there. Phooey. Time passes much more slowly on the treadmill. Or maybe just being forced to watch daytime television makes it seem that way.
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