Today is Armed Forces Day, one of those holidays that most people aren’t even aware of. There were also rumors that today might very well be the day of The Rapture. In honor of my military brethren and on the off-chance the world was going to end (thus making future cycling opportunities exceedingly rare), I took to the streets in an attempted interval workout. As of this writing, it appears The Rapture has failed to materialize as some had promised, which gives me a chance to render this report.
My interval workout went well. I did a ten-minute warmup, followed by 20 minutes of hard riding and ten minutes of easy tempo. I managed three intervals during my 28 mile ride. It’s pretty difficult to determine whether there was any value of the effort, but it did seem difficult and I am slightly sore, so I guess I accomplished what I set out to do. Traffic lights make sticking to the sprint portion of the workout a little difficult, but a review of my heart rate data shows I was able to keep my rate high during the sprints and low during the recovery periods.
I deviated from my workout at one point, where I broke my personal speed record on a nice hill descending to Davis Ford. 40.9 mph is quite a speed to be traveling on a bicycle. I have vague memories of pushing 45 mph on a descent of a Rocky Mountain pass in the mid 1980s, but that would have been measured on an analogue speedometer with me glancing at it for fractions of a second (speeds over 40 mph have a way of keeping you focused on the road). So today’s mark stands as the official personal record.
In other ride news, I had two cars honk their horns at me today. I have no idea why the first guy beeped. The second person mistakenly thought I was hogging a turning lane on Hoadly Road. When she realized I was heading for a bicycle lane, she recognized her mistake and gave me a wave of apology. Riders in one other car derisively shouted, “Lance!” as they drove by. This is what happens when I head toward the busier parts of town in the middle of the day.
It’s a good thing today wasn’t Doomsday. I don’t like the odds of the folks who honk and yell at cyclists without cause. I suspect there are a few things on my tally sheet as well!