It is becoming commonplace to get up early in the morning and start climbimg a hill. The great scenery is the reward, but another one is that I get to come back down the backside of the mountain. Sometimes the ride down is electrifying, and it takes total concentration as my speed often approaches 30 mph. Just a bad place in the road could cause a wreck, and I worry that I won’t spot them in time. So far, so good. Still no real soreness and I am eating quit a bit. Enough I hope. Probably not quite enough sleep, but that is standard. Even at home. I miss everybody and there are only 8 weeks to go.