A commuter arrived at these stairs when I did. He was riding home and I was in the middle of a cross workout. He rode up the road and I ran the stairs with a cross bike on my shoulder. Without saying anything to each other, it turned into a race. It was “on.”
I beat him to the top by a second or so. I was breathing heavy, gasping, and his face was on fire red. As we passed each other, I said, “next Wednesday, same time, Bro.” Round two.
Update with Video
Don’t know if Old Trek & Safety Vest read this post yesterday or what, but he passes me on the sidewalk spinning like mad. Then cuts me off at the top of the climb. He won that race I didn’t know I was in.