I had intended to write a short bit about my bicyle or something, as the same ol' routine has got to be boring you by now: complain about Lion's Gate, get tired, suffer allergy attack, injure groin. However, something fantastic happened today! I passed somebody on a hill.
Oh yeah, represent! Take that, elderly woman on a folding bicycle!
Of course, I was passed by two guys who weren't exactly Ironman types, but maybe they were just wearing really good disguises.
I guess three days of cycling doesn't instantly turn you into Lance Armstrong; which is good because I'm awfully attached to old lefty down there.
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