|Zen (aka Newton)|
We often refer to not so smart people as Tempo and Zen.
So my coach (kinds sounds like I am comparing him to Temp and Zen - but I am not) who I trust wholeheartedly and do everything he says
|Temp (aka Einstein)|
Seemed like a great idea on paper...and even like it might be fun.... until the day approached and I was tired. But I loaded up my bike and stuff and picked up Les and out she rolls with her aero helmet and race wheels. Duh.....its a TT, maybe that would have been a good idea. Oh well- race wheels on Yakima roof rack, no go. Rear wheel off, training wheel on, car packed and we sit in the awesome I5 traffic for 45 minutes.
Arrive and Fiesta Island- don't you just love that name. When I see Fiesta Island I see a barren round island over a landfill and think of suffering in circles. Lot's of F words come to mind and none of them are anything like a fiesta.
I digress, instead of parking where we normally do, we drove around the island- who drives around Fiesta, what the hell ? So we decided it was course recon. Go Tempo and Zen
We unload and I'm not really sure what transpired but Les' hands were black and her bike was too were completely covered in grease, but she is prepared with hand soap and a bottle of raspberry seltzer water. "here zen, pour this water on my hands" " okay tempo" raspberry seltzer spewing all over like it was champagne on a podium. We are now standing in raspberry seltzer mud. 20 minutes or an hour later we get ready to roll and Les' wheel will not turn, as in it does not fit. Seriously, it fit before we put it on the rack.
|This is what I did NOT look like|
As we are warming up
Next pick up is 0. Now I am realizing that there is a small
So we check in, line up and Les and are next to each other, ready to race. We are laughing hysterically at so many stupid things I am afraid we will miss the "epic" start. Every 30 seconds 2 people go off and we are next. Ready, set, go! and Les's wheel locks up.... Ok see ya.
3 x 4 mile loops all out. I drop in aero and go. Settle in look down and see 0. Okay this is for "fun" .... I have to say it is better than doing it alone or even with 1 person - at least you have people to try and pass or guys in skin suits and a disc blowing by you at 27mph.
Here is how it went down... 1st loop is good, feeling strong and having fun- so glad I am doing this. 2nd loop starts as " i can do this, just hang on and then in an instant I am like holy crap I am not even 1/2 way, I may just die" I am watching HR, since I don't have power, and am trying to keep it up. OK 2nd loop done, yeah, 2/3 of the way, awesome, crap there is no way I can do another lap. What is that noise, wait it is me, what kind of noise is that coming from my lungs... geez who is making this island longer, when will I finish, wait here comes a car, can I draft off the car? Is that cheating? yes but the dang car is afraid to pass me so he is drafting off me, is he sucking me back, is that why I am going slower?, I can't do this I might die, arg my HR is dropping, no, pedal harder... hey I see the finish line. That was fun :)
It was fun to "race" sort of and all said and done glad we did it. Rolled back the raspberry seltzer mud pit to "Joe" in the 1990 explorer, high, combing his ratted hair asking if we heard about the wiener dog killed in Coronado.
Off we go, dropped Les off and gave her my wheel as well as her's..... home at last.