Deck the halls ... with Spandex
So it's like Christmas around here. Only instead of garlands and lights and wreaths and stuff like that, it's a week's worth of newly-washed spandex running shirts and shorts and bicycle jerseys hanging over chairs and doorframes and on doorknobs all over the house to dry. Very festive. What really puts you in the holiday spirit are those oddly disturbing chamois linings of the bike shorts sticking out at jaunty angles here and there for all to see. Too much information? Sorry.
Went for a nice bike ride this morning, up through Woodside and through Huddart Park to King's Mountain road, then back via Portola Valley - about 21 miles with a nice hill. It's going to be very difficult to move away from this place, for many reasons, not least of which is cosmic convergence of nearly perfect cycling geography and weather. A highlight of the ride was running into the famous Tuesday/Thursday bicycle odyssey loosely organized by Chain Reaction bicycles. I've been following their exploits for over a year now, and I was a bit star-struck upon meeting them in person. Most of the very extensive web-diarying about this ride involves the current fastest time bicycling up King's; I guess there's not too much more to write about when you've done the same route hundreds of times over the years. One of my "must do's before I leave California" has been to join this ride for a day ... I just need to shave about 5-10 minutes(?) off of my time cycling up King's Mountain Road. Doable? Doubtful.
Yesterday I did either 1500 or 1800 yards at Rinconada pool. You'd think that, with nothing better to do but swim the same monotonous yards back and forth, it would be easy to keep track, but I just cannot do it. Either my brain soaks up too much chlorine and doesn't function properly, or all counting is superceded by competing thoughts such as "hip rotation, glide, reach, head down, breathe, leaky goggles, thumb-to-thigh, reach-over-barrel, legs together, don't bend those knees . . . . etc." I guess I have not yet reached a point where I can think of things besides swimming while swimming.
Happy Birthday Michelle!
Went for a nice bike ride this morning, up through Woodside and through Huddart Park to King's Mountain road, then back via Portola Valley - about 21 miles with a nice hill. It's going to be very difficult to move away from this place, for many reasons, not least of which is cosmic convergence of nearly perfect cycling geography and weather. A highlight of the ride was running into the famous Tuesday/Thursday bicycle odyssey loosely organized by Chain Reaction bicycles. I've been following their exploits for over a year now, and I was a bit star-struck upon meeting them in person. Most of the very extensive web-diarying about this ride involves the current fastest time bicycling up King's; I guess there's not too much more to write about when you've done the same route hundreds of times over the years. One of my "must do's before I leave California" has been to join this ride for a day ... I just need to shave about 5-10 minutes(?) off of my time cycling up King's Mountain Road. Doable? Doubtful.
Yesterday I did either 1500 or 1800 yards at Rinconada pool. You'd think that, with nothing better to do but swim the same monotonous yards back and forth, it would be easy to keep track, but I just cannot do it. Either my brain soaks up too much chlorine and doesn't function properly, or all counting is superceded by competing thoughts such as "hip rotation, glide, reach, head down, breathe, leaky goggles, thumb-to-thigh, reach-over-barrel, legs together, don't bend those knees . . . . etc." I guess I have not yet reached a point where I can think of things besides swimming while swimming.
Happy Birthday Michelle!
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