I was having one of those bad, bad riding days. You know the ones? The ones where you mine as well be pedaling in squares, you're not getting anywhere, your IPod isn't helping, fowl mood - the lot. I turned around after only 3 or 4 miles because I thought I was being counterproductive. On my trudge (and it was just that) back home, Queen's "Under Pressure" came on. I thought to myself, "you're lame. get your *** in gear". And so I did... for about the last 2 miles or so, I did "intervals". It's an amazing feeling to accelerate out of nowhere, watch your cyclometer jump to a number you're not entirely familiar with, feel your heart beating in your mouth, and keep that sensation for 5 or so seconds before slowing down... realizing what you did, and how it felt. It's so romantic, almost, these intervals. I did it again... and again... and again. I got home about 45 minutes earlier than I normally do, but the ride didn't feel as non-productive after that.

I think I might try that more often.