Sometime during Kern (I can't remember exactly when because all off bike time sort of ran together into one big blur of sleep, ice water and potato chips), Erika asked me if I were going to the track on Tuesday.
I thought she was mad.
NOOOO! I said all emphatically.
So, last night I went to the track. It was points race night. I love points race night. I also had my wee gear on because of the Kern legs. I also knew that I could not do my usual attack attack attack with my Kern legs. So I sat in and sprinted. Something I never do because I suck at it. And it was fun.
I never won any sprints or anything, but I picked up point crumbs here and there. So that was nice.
But I think I mainly went because thats what I do on Tuesdays. The comfort of routine is not so bad sometimes.