This morning I was graced by the riding company of my husband Greg, who sometimes enjoys accompanying me on roughly the first half of a long training session. Can't blame him; why would you want to run for two hours if you're not training for an endurance event? Greg is one of those naturally-talented types who rides recreationally, but can still keep up with the pace I train my a** off for!

So we hit the local hills. Literally -- you step out our door in South Carlsbad and see nothing but hills in all directions. We added a couple bonus two-mile climbs (Twin Oaks and San Elijo Rd., just for fun, and ascents up El Fuerte from both directions. I think El Fuerte is called that because it sucks "el fuerte" right out of you. The northbound climb is especially brutal. These were all threshold-level climbs, incidentally, and the air temp was into the 80's. By the end of the ride, I felt like I was just throwing my legs around in circles. 

Still feeling heart-heavy thinking about Dave Martin and family; and musing about the incredible temporariness of our time here. I know he'd want every triathlete to keep on enjoying the lifestyle, as we all would.

Approximately one month 'til the Boise 70.3...