Just like Lance

Rode into work today. I have no idea why it isn't hazy, hot and humid (or as we in the mid-Atlantic say, it's a 3-H day) but I'm really enjoying the beautiful morning rides. Up ahead of me as I crossed the river was a rather beefy guy (not that there is anything wrong with that) sweating profusely. I tailed him up 15th St and he weaved a nice path through the throngs of tourists who do not know how to queue up a line for the monuments. I felt like Lance. Team Astana clears the path, I just sit back and ride.

Tried a little run today. Yea, the knee is still a major problem. I would say the pain is an 8 vs the 10 it was when I stopped running. I can feel some healing but not enough to really run. I pushed through 27 minutes but felt the onset of pain after 10. I only believe in western medicine when I'm completely desperate and having reached that point, my thought is that I better line up a cortizone shot if I want to run 26 miles in 11 days. Easier done when you are a Hollywood star, for me I'll have to call in my chits to medical professional friends. On the other hand, my legs felt pretty fresh when I ran. Were it not for the knee, it seems like my time is right where it should be.