The Hunger

Yesterday I traversed the Arlington wineglass loop for the third time this month. This is generally a pretty low key ride but there's a section along Route 66 on the Custis Trail that always picks up intensity. The past few times I've been there I've had the advantage of being baited by some lycra-clad, type A, racer folk. I always fall for it. Yesterday there was no carrot however, and it resulted in a slightly mellower ride back over to the District. I've been epically busy, and I feel like if I haven't been working or sleeping I've been on my bike. I found myself pretty tired after the first 20 or so miles yesterday. So, I tucked into the wind along the upward-tilted Capital Crescent Trail and as a co-worker and fellow avid cyclist and runner likes to put it, fought the good fight.

I was ecstatic when I learned yesterday morning that the Birchmere, where I was slated to see Doc Watson perform last night, was fully accessible by bike trail. This added another 25 miles to my day, which topped out at 55. Now I've got the hunger.