I have a new goal to sleep as much as possible, so this will be a short entry, but while riding in Prospect Park this evening, on my way up the biggest hill in the park, there was a runner keeping pace with me. Granted, I was taking it easy on my ride, but still. A runner moving as fast as a bike? Uphill?

This is my first time back after almost two weeks off from training--hip/back/IT band injuries and a severe cold put me on the DL--and I was instructed to go at L2, which means one level above sleeping. But I wasn't taking it that easy on the hill, and I was moving between 12 and 13 miles per hour. But all the way up, I could hear the fast steps and steady gasps of this runner in my shadow, and he just kept on. I wanted to turn back and tell him how impressed I was. I also wanted to beat him up the hill, because, come on, even the fastest runner shouldn't be beating me uphill, even on my slowest most injured day. But he was one hell of a runner.