On the Incubus. 90 degrees when I started at a little after 6 PM, so I wasn't in the mood for running, but a shady (and somewhat hilly)
bike ride had appeal. The forecast said that the temperature was supposed to drop seriously during the afternoon; when I got back it was 82, so at least that was a little drop. Pretty sure I didn't ski at all last winter, so at least I'm making some attempt here to keep up the activities of my youth and heritage. It was also a good plan to rest my ankle. I was making pretty good time on the flats, especially on New Fitchburg Rd., which was fun. Didn't get the opportunity to go screaming past any lycra posers, though.