Massholes

Please don't take the title to imply that I condone the use of this vulgar derogative on a regular basis. However, in its own blatantly connotative way, it epitomizes MA drivers. Last Thursday, I had some free time between breakfast and work, so I went for a ride. About 10 miles out, I was skirting what little shoulder there was of the road when a string of vehicles, going in my direction, came around the corner behind me. The first few drivers did as many sensible MA drivers would; that is, drive past me without acknowledgement of my presence. That's OK. I am now used to the rush of wind that follows a car passing close by, or the feeling of my heart in my throat as side-view mirrors nearly nick my elbow. However, midway through the string of passing cars was a large pickup truck with MA plates. Instead of passing by so close that I could see what radio station was on, the driver pulled up behind me (two wheels on the dirt shoulder) so that his front bumper was very near my rear wheel, and honked his horn repeatedly. Eventually, he grew tired of this peacock display of alpha-masculinity and pulled back onto the road and past me. In addition to the obvious hazard had I slowed down, he was holding up traffic behind him. Anyway, I got his plates.

Now that that is off my chest, here's my week in review:
Wednesday: plyometrics x30 mins
Thursday: 15 mile cycle
Friday: nothing really
Saturday: 9-mile tempo run
Sunday: 4-mile, 8 min pace
Monday and Tuesday: a particularly difficult Chemistry problem set.
Today: 4-mile speed drills: 2 mile bicycle run, 2 mile lamp post drills (gradual incline/high knees, gradual decline/fartleks, flat/80% intervals, steep incline/100%)

As you can see, there were a few slack-off days there in the middle, so hopefully the upcoming week will see improvement.