There was a whole group of road-riders, six or seven, that I came upon
this afternoon as I was doing my laps. They were going the opposite
direction, so I saw them three times. I did my best to hurry through
the laps in order to pass them strongly. Of course, going in the
opposite direction makes you look like you’re going faster.

 I wouldn’t mind riding with other folks more often, but these days I’m
in such a groove, with the same distance every afternoon, that waiting
around for such a group would be a disincentive for me to train. I
just don’t think I’d go as far as often as I do now.