20’something rider: “are you doing intervals?”
vanderpoop: “yes, i hate myself”
the campus hill, exposed … but softly. warm breezes accompanying trees doing their windy waves and ocean vistas twinkling ‘hi’ at all the hikers passing above and below.
bottom of the little hill, turning to start another … perfect time to get paused and chatted up by bus stopped bystander ~
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20’somth’un: “how many do you do?”
vanderpoop: “uh … ”
20’sumfin: “do you use heart rate, or power? what’s your rest? how long does it take you to get to the top? where do you stop?”
vanderpoop: (scratching head and looking squinty to withstand the onslaught): “well, ya know … i start here at the bottom. i hit this little button on my watch that counts down from an hour. i ride to some place up there and come down, and do it again. i don’t stop till that watch beeps at me.
… and if i’m lucky i won’t look at that stupid thing ’til it does.”
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and so it goes.
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