once again i found myself looking to go the distance and not feeling all that creative.

so the la river it was. i felt good and strong and like ox and then got on the trail and shut up if it wasn’t windy. my goodness. i never…

seems like every time the wind is worse than the time before. oh well, crazy young thug action out on the river today. there were kids all over standing with one foot up on the fence trying to look all menacing. but then i ride by and smile and say hey and they say hey right back in a nice friendly way so…

once i got to the beach i was so flopping tired that i wanted to stop but what i did instead was get passed by this kinda soft chubby dood on an ‘07 giant tcr composite and then i just kept up with him until he ditched out off the beach path. he wasn’t going very fast and i could have taken him at any point but in the end it probably saved me my legs for walking tomorrow to just ride slow behind him. and really, slow was like 18 mph for 6 miles or so.

once i was headed away from the beach the wind was to my back and it was smooth sailing.

starving…

chirp,

hillary