Tuesday, and therefore Tisdags Träning. The plan was to do some intervals, even if my legs were on the tired side of things. But so what? Sometimes you go to a race and your legs aren't dead fresh either--deal with it. And sometimes you're in some kind of alternate universe where you can't even be sure if there will ever be more races again (too bad, all you ELO kiddies!).
But first as I was headed out, I made a stop at the grocery to pick up several vital items, and while I was there I spotted two obvious basketball types. One was Kenny Foster, and the other I determined was Eoin Nelson. Not everyone knows how to pronounce Eoin's name, but it's so simple: it's pronounced "Nelson", just like the ordinary "Nelson."
I said hello to them, but with a mask on, it came out as something like: "aolshfludfhfovunrty". Eoin asked Kenny: "whowoushflsrtinsd?", which I translated as "what did he say?" Kenny answered: "asljsotjrn," which I recognized as being: "Pretend you didn't hear him, I think he might be a Tisdag's Träning type." And that was that.
Cruise intervals, 10 x 5 min, over some rolling dirt roads, and some nice breeze that sometimes pushed and sometimes pulled.
Came home and had a calzone whilst listening to The Run In, which is my secret weakness.