I was up til nearly midnight finishing The Deathly Hallows last night. For those still in it, beware: the last ~250 pages sets the hook deep and wouldn’t let me go until the end. In a good way. I will say only this more: I liked it. Lots.

Otherwise, the unplanned break from serious cycling that began in June continues. Knee conditioning is still incomplete, and with the Lenz off at the clinic I have a bit of a disincentive to do really long, intense rides. I’ve been living off residual fitness for the last three months, with a fair bit of success. Technical skills have been building, and at the beginning of fall training will resume in earnest. Yuri’s ride in November is the first thing at which I want to be competetive.

And how that HP is read, I go try to normalize things a bit more (like my sleep schedule) and get back to work.

I still plan to crash the SS party for the 12 Hours of the Peaks on the 18th, and would be looking for anyone interested in joining in that fun. Beyond that, I want to get out on an adventure. I think I need a camping trip of some kind. Perhaps a fixie cruise through the forest? One of Kent Peterson’s 24 hour overnights? We shall see.

Speaking of, two evenings ago I got in a mighty 35 minute fixie singletrack ride. More words on the setup of the Monkey later, but it was quite the fun.