On Saturday I took my bike for its first ride to Sognsvann this year. Not very impressive, since it’s August and the biking season is slowly crawling towards the end even before I was able to take advantage of is. I blame the lack of biking time this year on work, which I’m usually blaming when it’s a question of lack of time. I’m hoping to make up for it by heading up to Sognsvann more regularly for the rest of the season, we’ll see how well that works out.
The first trip of the season is always a great feeling. Well, all right, the actual ride to the top is a living hell, my legs screaming for help and begging me to turn around and go home, but the feeling when I get to the top in one piece is great. Maybe even “priceless” to use a phrase created during a advertisement agency brainstorming session that has made its way into the common vocabulary.
To be honest, I’m a little concerned about my heart rate. On my way to the top I had to stop to catch my breath. My heart was racing pretty fast, but not as fast as I’d expected. What surprised my was how violently it was pumping the precious oxygen through my veins. Gine has a heart rate monitor she uses while spinning. I borrowed it so I can check if the heart rate is abnormal or if it’s just my total lack of knowledge about the human body that’s playing with me.
If something fishy is going on, I think I’ll go see a doctor - don’t want to die of a heart attack at 28. I’ve already thought I would die once and that’s quite enough.
I’ve made two subtle changes to the site. I’ve reversed the sort order of the comments with the latest comments now on the bottom. This makes it easier for you to read through a “comment conversation”, something that happens quite often. Also, I’ve added a little something-something in the comments that will show you what time the comment was posted compared to when the entry was posted. Add a comment to this entry and you’ll quickly see what I mean.
Yes, I’m fishing for comments.