My calves were a bit sore from the weights last night, so I decided to go for a long ride. I got the bike out and headed out for a nice long adventrue. I was descending down the hill from my house and hit a rock that I didn't see and I heard the dreaded noise of a flat tire. I was about exactly 1 mile into my ride. I hopped off the bike to see which tire blew and to my dismay I managed to flat both of them with that stupid rock. I only carry one spare and since I was only a mile out I didn't want to call my wife and bother her, so I took of my bike shoes (it's hard to walk in them) and walked my bike home. I'm totally counting that as 1 mile of barefoot running today by the way.
Once home I decided I didn't want to waste the cool morning weather changing tires, so I put on my running shoes and headed back out to explore the desert trails. I found some new routes, a few of which were not runnable, but had a lot of fun none the less. I ended up doing 6 miles just under 10 minute pace.
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