This afternoon I was rolling along on the Ozaukee Interurban Trail, a route I often take to warm up or cool down after spending the day on the backroads of Wisconsin. Sometimes, if I feel a little playful, I'll use the one-mile stretches between crossings for short interval work. But today I was feeling a bit more than playful, and so found myself beginning the start of a sprint I will never forget. I remember my speed was somewhere in the high 20s when my eyes suddenly met the eyes of a large buck standing right beside the trail's edge. At the moment I noticed him, he was probably 12 feet or so ahead of me.
As I was out of the saddle in the middle of the sprint, I really had no choice but to charge on through. My adrenaline was hitting an all-time high, and I knew at that moment that I might be this big boy's first "trail kill" if he were to decide to cross my path. But he didn't. Instead, I found myself in the middle of a now 20+ mph sprint, side-by-side, with a big ol' buck! For the next 100 feet or so, we rolled...uh..ran?...side by side, until he decided he had had enough of this
This afternoon, I just don't feel a need for that strong cup of coffee that I often enjoy after a good, hard ride. Maybe I'll see if there's any of that Sleeptime herbal tea left in the cupboard to bring this shaking down a bit.