...and in the three weeks since that last post, I've biked over a hundred miles, all within two, two and a half miles of my house.

Biking Santa Cruz update: I've biked ~99% of the streets within a mile of my house and probably 75% within a mile and a half. It's getting harder and harder for me to get to places from my house that I haven't been to yet. Seem some interesting things, but my body (and bike) are hanging in there despite the hills.

Of course, I have my own reasons for obsessive amounts of biking. Add to this the fact that my dog died this morning. RIP Mickey.

For no sane reason...

I just biked up Western Drive...in the middle of the night because it was there.

Of course, now I'm shaky and nauseated. And my fingers, neck, and lower back are sore.

But I biked from sea level up to the USCS arboretum on my single-speed without stopping. Gotta be a couple hundred feet, anyway. [Edit: Research tells me I went about 320 vertical feet up in a mile and a half. That's only halfway to upper campus. Better keep trainin'.]

God, I'm going to hurt in the morning. I hurt now.