Monday: Glendale. Came extremely close to being hit by a car turning right. In fact, I really don't know how I was not run over, not that I am not grateful. I should not cycle when I am that out of it. 24.
Tuesday: Lower Arroyo. (I need to vary things more...). Terribly slow. I'm going to run out of adjectives to modify slow. Ahhh work... 7.
Wednesday: Upper Arroyo. Pretty decent, actually. I was kind of surprised. First half was slow, but acceptably so, and coming back on Green felt downright tempo-y. With surges at a good number of stoplights. 6.
Thursday: Madre. Terrible. This was, with no exaggeration, a shuffle. As in the in-between-intervals-during-a-track-workout shuffle. Hmmm... 5. Flew up to Berkeley and ate a ridiculous amount of food for Thanksgiving. It was delicious, and I felt quite pleasantly plump afterwards.
Friday: A little ways into Tilden Park, but my legs were unhappy, it was drizzling, and I kept slipping in mud. So I gave up pretty quickly. 4. Probably less. Came back and ate a lot of mushroom and sausage lasagna. And cheese puff pastry biscuit things. And cranberry cookies. And almond chocolate cookies. Mmm...
Saturday: Flew back down from Berkeley in the morning. Huntington. Patiently persisted in plodding along (this is true, but I also just wanted to alliterate). I also debated using the letter "s" which would have allowed me to use words like "stoic" and "stolid." I feel like stolid plodding is something one would normally associate with cattle though. Anyways, 6. Also, my assignment of mileage is really kind of arbitrary.
Sunday: Huntingson with Garrett. Pretty good run, nice easy pace (by which I mean, it felt like the easy pace the past, which relative to my current average is probably rather brisk). So I'd say it went well. 6.