Thursdays after jury duty, I have go up and down tunnel road. I do intervals going up, and then practice my descending, timing myself down. (Yes, I know downhill is technically a mountain bike race....) My downhill TT started at 9:20, starting my clock at a drain right after Grizzly Peak. That really sucks. But over the weeks I got faster, and last week I popped out a 7:48. I was pretty happy with that, but that probably still sucks. Anyway, today on my last time going down, I could tell I was nailing it. I couldn't wait to see my sweet time. At the bottom when I stopped my watch, it just as I had thought: 0:00. I totally defied the space-time continuum. Sweet.