How Wiking and I forgot about the intervals

Yesterday afternoon, me and Wiking decided to do some intervals. Let’s do some intervals, I said. Alright then, Wiking answered.

Well there was me, sporting my good ol’ Catlike helmet and there was Wiking, sporting his new Oakleys (I tried them, everything looks pink and cute and romantic through the lens).

And then, there were our shadows, sharp in the gloaming light.

I don’t know when and I don’t know how, but that was when we forgot we’d ride intervals.

Let’s ride and check out the castle, I said. Maybe there’s still some evening sun left on its walls, I suggested. Alright then, Wiking answered.

So we rode over the narrow bridge

and through the castle avenue

and then we rode some small castle parkways and then we went back and passed the bridge again

and we loved what we saw and then the night came.

We always fail on doing intervals, Wiking stated. Yeah… but the ride was marvellous, wasn’t it? I answered.

The man with the Sony cam here

and Strava here – for the curious ones