Just work today. Sorta, anyway. I’m now pulling together my final class of the term — and just in time! The good news is all the material is there. Today I worked out the syllabus and started the Canvas shell. I’ll finish the former this weekend and the latter in December, when the class ends.
All of the material is in hand, except for perhaps one reading. I just need to sort it all out, and get myself sorted out. But that’s what the next eight or nine days are for — he told himself, confidently.
Also there are something like three meetings next week, so it isn’t that many days.
But it is a beautful, seasonally mild-to-appropriate Friday, and you don’t let details get in the way of appreciating seasonally mild-to-appropriate Fridays.
Also, I’m tired. And possibly ready for a nap.
We had a nice bike ride today. We went “back that way,” which is a 20-mile out and bike from our neighborhood, through the next one, down and up a hill, before turning left at the church and then pedaling like mad for two miles, all of which was the preface to what I now think of as Always Bad That Direction.
Every time I go this way, it’s a poor quality performance on my part.
This one, though, she was cooking. I only caught back up to her wheel because she was kind.
I set a Strava PR on the last uphill. It was one of those things which I hadn’t previously realized was a segment, but now I do, and so today I tried a bit harder. Only I wasn’t sure exactly where the segment began, so as soon as I took the left turn, I was determined to make it to the top of the hill, a little over a mile a way. Turns out the segment was that whole stretch of road. I took 32 seconds off my previous fastest time of the year and 38 off of last year’s best.
I’ve ridden that hill 16 times, and only now noticed it was a segment. (The fastest time recorded on it is a full 1:31 better than me. That’s not reachable.)
Also, I marked my second and third best times on two other segments, but, still, the whole ride felt slow, and my legs heavy, right until the very end. (It should not take 70 minutes for my legs to warm up. Especially since I won’t stay at top condition for more than 12 minutes anyway.)
When I turned off the tracker, Strava gave me this happy news.
And I was a super late adopter to that app. My first tracker has me at almost 2,000 and 2.2 months of exercise. That seems like a lot, until you remember how long it takes to get there. The first thing I recorded there was a short little bike ride in May of 2011.
I remember it like it was 14 (!!!) years ago.
