Interval Training
You might be expecting a detailed fitness article on the intricacies of interval training but I’m afraid this is not that.
I rode up Galbraith today on the mountain bike with my favourite riding partners, Derek and our dogs, Tikka and Sonic. I actually did intend to do a few intervals but I have to admit the puddles started getting me down. I thought I was coping okay with the weather and I don’t even think we’d spent much time today at the Trailhead talking about the temperature, forecast, cloud level, precipitation records, potential Eastside getaways or the other related items we’ve all been discussing every day for what seems like months but when I hit those first few puddles and got my new socks way dirtier than expected all bets were off. I just couldn’t take it. I snapped.
Luckily for me (and for Derek) my eyes fell upon a beautiful pair of trillium flowers and instead of focusing on this
I turned my attention to this
rode a little further and saw this
rode a little further and saw this
And a whole lot of beautiful lush in between. Now that’s what I call intervals!



