Because why the hell not?

"Here lies David St. Hubbins ... because why the hell not?"

I'm at a weird kind of fitness level right now — some would call it being on form — where I can pretty much do whatever I want. It's perfect timing, of course, since the road racing season is effectively finished. (Speaking of which, I need to talk to a race promoter sometime. I had myself an idea on the spicy road ride on Saturday.)

Examples? I went for a run on Monday. It was hot. And when EOB and I were making our Tuesday-morning ride plans, he mentioned he had to do a power test. "Sure, I'll tag along for that."

When I last ran two weeks ago, I was sore for a couple of days afterward. It still didn't matter, though — I rode fast the rest of the week. And yesterday? Same deal. In fact, when Eric was done with his test (done, in the most literal way possible) I thought, "Hmmm. I should test right now, too."

Because why the hell not? I mean, it was hot and everything, but I felt OK. Nothing else to do, really.

After a quick wheel change and a quick spin to make sure everything was doing what it was supposed to do, I took off on a 20-minute TT. Oh, and I was on my Cronus CX, because I haven't put the new shifter on the Madone yet. And I had no heart-rate strap and no wattage to look at while I was riding — just the clock. With the exception of the last minute or so, I was rolling it pretty well. That last turn into the wind was tough.

At the end, the average power number was nice. I won't go into what it was, what it means and all of that, because nobody gives a crap about everybody else's power numbers. But it pretty much confirmed I'm on a good roll right now. I guess that's nice.

Today, after an early morning Castelli clinic and a day of selling stuff, I'll kit up and try to go fast again.

Because why the hell not?