So, I managed to get up this morning and head over to the track for half an hour of sprint intervals. That was rough and exhilarating and exhausting and fun, all at the same time. And I don't think I've ever been more grateful for the support strap on my knee. Driving home was great, too--all the racer boys were out in their dorky team kit, riding around in bunches. So I got to watch their legs and tight little bottoms as I passed them, then sit and watch them catch up as I waited at stop lights. All while enjoying the weather, taking pulls of cold water out of my water bottle and bouncing around to Green Day in my little convertible.

Home meant food. Cold pizza, specifically. Mmm... Also, I popped The Tudors into the DVD player and watched some Jonathan Rhys Meyers hotness.

Somewhere amongst the eating and the television, I lost my motivation to go out and get my ride in. I don't know what exactly happened, but I was just feeling glued to the sofa. I just really, really didn't want to change clothes and take my road bike, Lola, out. So, I decided not to take Lola out.

Instead, I put on my Keens, grabbed my helmet and hopped on Eva, the singlespeed. We made our way down to Gasworks and then out to Logboom and back via the Burke. It was an awesome time. No computer, no heart rate monitor. Just sunshine, and a breeze, and a lot of pedaling goodness for a total of about 30 miles.

I need to remember that when I don't really feel like riding, that could very well be the perfect time for reintroducing some singlespeed-y fun back into my life. It was just about perfect today, at least.

That was a lot of workin' out for the weekend. I kick ass. :-)