The morning sun was hot for San Francisco. My legs felt refreshed and ready for climbing. In the past, I would have avoided unnecessary hills, and today I greeted them with, "Yes!, let's get some exercise!"

It's been a while since I've been on my bike and I temporarily forgot where I was. Such is typical of my brain sometimes. I quickly re-oriented myself and started to sprint up one of San Francisco's hills.

I pealed off clothing at various points along the ride. The weather was that surprising. As we rode through Golden Gate Park, I felt like I was running in a crouched position. I reached a maximum speed of 31.2 MPH. What a rush! The air was moist and fresh. What a treat to inhale! Blades of baby grass might just as well have taken root in my nostrils.

As I "ran" in my saddle, the pressure on my sit bones and soft tissue diminished. I might have just discovered a new technique for riding long distances. If I periodically "run" in my saddle, I will not have to get out of my seat to relieve pressure, as I float only 1 - 2 cm above the seat.