The hills are alive

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March 11, 2014 by Amy B

And also nasty little bitches.

This morning I woke up to tingling and pain in my left hand and thought, great. Here we go again, Carpal Tunnel.

After screwing around on my phone for about 30 minutes while contemplating whether or not I was going to actually ride, I put in 30 minutes with Kevin Spacey as company. House of Cards, I’ve missed you.

I packed gear for a possible runch but wasn’t sure if I was really up to these scheduled hill repeats. In the end, I decided it was better to get it over with in the company of other sufferers and do it before the cold weather returns and we’re back down into single digits tonight. What the fuck, winter.

I haven’t uploaded my garmin data yet, and I forgot to hit the lap button to start the first hill, but the rest were fairly respectable: 1:21, 1:22, 1:21, 1:17, 1:13, 1:15. The distance was according to my watch, between 0.14-0.17 miles. Possible that the distance was supposed to be longer, but it killed me nonetheless. I think it will do, Pig.

Conclusions:

• Hill repeats are no fucking joke.
• Hill repeats are better done with friends.
• Hill repeats better help make me faster in May.