3-28-08

I cautiously peaked out of the window yesterday morning, hoping that the sound of rain falling from the sky onto the roof and blasting sideways against the window was just a figment of my imagination. But no. It was not. Instead of riding outside, my dad and I went over to the YMCA and rode on the spin bikes. I thought that taking the day easy–instead of doing hill intervals, which was what was scheduled–would benefit my race the next day on Saturday. But it turned out that it would not even matter.