My quads are officially revolting against me today.  It all started Saturday when I went for a 32 mile ride from the War Memorial up to Mequon and back.  I averaged 19 miles an hour, and was feeling pretty good by the time I was back.  I was feeling so good, that I made sure to do one last climb up the hill from Bradford Beach to the North Point Water Tower.  That felt great.  It was energizing, and I was simply amazed that I could do the climb seemingly without effort even after that long of a ride.

Then Sunday rolled around, and I was at the lakefront again, but this time doing my 6.5 mile running route.  I maintained about an 8 minute mile pace, and by the time I was done, I was still feeling great.  I was feeling so great, that I went back to that hill, and this time ran up and down it a few times.  Not on the sidewalk mind you, but right on the grassy part of the hill.  I felt like Rocky running up the steps in front of the Philadelphia Museum of Art (or maybe when he runs up that mountain in Rocky IV... OK... maybe that's exaggerating a bit).

Monday is normally my rest day.  After a weekend of more intensive training, I really need to take a day off.  But those climbs felt way too good.  So Monday night I drove back down to the lake and did some more intervals up and down that hill.  It was hot... it was muggy... but it still felt good.  My legs were burning by the time I was done, but hey... no pain, no gain.

Yesterday I was back on the bike.  OK... so now I'm feeling my legs.  My Tuesday ride normally isn't all that taxing, so when I got off my bike at the end and was feeling pretty stiff, I was pissed at myself for the day before.

This morning... my quads went on strike.  In fact, I can feel the picket signs sticking out of my legs at this very moment.  Yet for some reason I'm still thinking I'm going to do my evening run.