It's coming...

I'm talking about fall...

I can't believe that the race season is almost over. Time flies when you are having fun, eh? I started the season with an entire kitchen cabinet filled with Hammer products, and this is all that I have left...

One lonely little vanilla hammer gel!

For some reason I've been saving it. I've been carrying it around in my jersey pocket on every training ride for 2 weeks now (seriously), but find myself eating other things any time that I get hungry....

It's getting darker earlier and earlier and that bums me out. I barely made it home in time tonight. The street lights were on and I could barely see...

I had to do a workout with a few 15 minute L4 intervals and they went surprisingly well. I say surprisingly because every muscle in my body is sore right now and I was convinced that I wasn't going to be able to get my heart rate up (my power tap is being serviced right now so I'm back to training with my HR monitor).

There were plenty of road riders out today, so I had a lot of rabbits to chase. It made the intervals go by pretty fast and my HR was right where I needed it to be. I was done before I knew it and looking forward to an easy ride home, but then I realized that I wasn't going to get the luxury of an easy spin. I had to hammer. And I mean HAMMER!!!

This is where I realized I was in trouble...I still had a half hour to go and it was getting dark

The last couple of blocks home....eek! On a side note, the profile pics are getting better... I at least got half of my face!
Riding in the dark on the road freaks me out and obviously isn't safe. Tomorrow I'm definitely attaching lights to my bike.

I was so, so happy to finally get home. Especially when I opened the door and smelled food! Scott beat me home from his workout and was cooking away.

Here he is showing off his "cooking outfit!" Move over Julia Child, there's a new chef in town :-)

Late night edit: I just had a total freak out! I was washing dishes at midnight (yup, total night owl) when my phone started ringing. What the heck? Instantly I imagined that some catastrophic event had happened (because why else would someone call so late?) but didn't recognize the 503 area code.

When I answered I heard this crazy voice ask, "is this Danielle?" When I answered "yes" they said, "Do you ride for the Kenda team cuz I heard that you are really fast."

I wish I could have a picture of what my face looked like. My eyes must have been huge. Not only did I hang up on the person, but I threw my phone across the room. I was like, "crazzzzy stalker on the phone." Ok, totally overreacting, but it's raining and kind of spooky out. Plus, who calls people in weird voices at midnight???

They called back and I'll tell you who! Gotta love friends on the West Coast :-)