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. […]
