Biked to Leschi and straight back over the hill to the ferry. Worked up a pretty good sweat, but stop and go mileage doesn't really count. Dropped by Seattle Running Company for new shoes (Waverider 10s). The Nikes were pretty much dust after little more than a hundred miles--me and Phil Knight are so over, man.
Had an interesting experience in the afternoon. Morning meeting, left a paycheck in a pile of papers. Dawned on me about lunchtime, about had a heart attack (had spent months finagling it out of HMS). Mounted my bike with a running leap and headed back over to the meeting site. Light turned green, rode from a dead stop up the hill past Safeway, about a 4 or 5 percent grade. Looked at my speedometer and I was going 20!
Conclusion: there's power to be had in those muscles. It would be great to be able to harness the adrenaline a bit more consciously, whether on foot or bicycle.
Postscript: they unlocked the door and it was right where I'd left it. | 