Holy crazy post, Batman.
I’m not cracking open my computer until Sunday evening (have to prep for an early Monday call) so I’m posting from my phone. I use a Swype keyboard, which allows me to type fast but also enables sloppy autocorrect and typos.
So, or took us FOREVER to get to our hotel in Natchitoches last night.
1. Wet had to drop off Markus at boarding.
2. BDNF wanted to stop to pick up breakfast instead of reading the convenience food I bought a Kroger for us to just grab out of the cooler.
3. We had to stop at an outlet mall in Alabama because BDNF need to get suit pants, ended up at Jos A Banks, where the very gay and awesome sales guy helped, but it still took to long. Also I got a pair of Clark’s slides. Oh, I say gay because it was obvious he found BDNF attractive. He was very charming.
4. We stopped twice for gas. Once for BDNF and for for me. We’re on separate cars because he’s going home on Monday and I’m going home on Thursday. Luckily the drive home for both will take way less.
5. BDNF realized there was a Starbucks in Monroe, LA and was determined to get a Pike’s roast, only he took is on a 15 mile detour.
6. There was road construction in every single state we passed through that allows traffic down to a halt. That’s road construction along I-20 in Alabama, Mississippi, and Louisiana. On a Friday. During the day. Why not do this work at night? Why not skip busy Fridays on a holiday weekend?
So, a 9.5 hour drive turned into a 13 hour one.
My ribs are really bothering me this morning, so I don’t think I can run. Damn it.
Crossing fingers for tomorrow.
Anyway, on the way here yesterday Ruckus somehow convinced BAMF to make the 2 hour drive from Lafayette to Natchitoches and pick him up and bring him back to Lafayette so he wouldn’t have to hang out here in the hotel room by himself during the reunion event this evening.
BDNF and I dinner at the Huddle House attached to the Hampton Inn. Our meal cost $12. Also, I ordered a dish that is normally a biscuit topped with, in order, two sausage patties, sausage gravy, hash browns, cheese, then scrambled eggs. It sounded like way too much. The waitress said it wasn’t. I remembered I was in Tiny Town, USA where people stereotypically easy massive portion sizes, so I decided not to trust her judgement. I told them to hold the sausage patties and cheese, hash browns on the side, only one egg. It was still too much and BDNF ate what I couldn’t finish.
Then we came back to the hotel, washed of the road grime, and crashed.
I’m up (6 am central time) and wishing I could go run. Really wishing.
Liking forward to today’s reunion events - class photo in front of the high school building (termed the HSB) at 12:30 pm. Some sort of participation in the graduation on the class of 2013 at 1 pm. A crawfish boil, where I can’t eat the crawfish because I can no longer eat crawfish, at 2:45 on Then a dressy event, kind of like a ball, starting 7-ish.
BDNF will hang at the hotel until the crawfish boil. This morning we will drive over to campus do I can show him where I spent the two most formative years of my life.
There will be photos. I will spam you.
Have a great Saturday, y’all, and I hope to catch up with my dash on Sunday and Monday.
This morning we’re headed to Natchitoches, LA for my 20th high school reunion. It’s a 9 hour drive and we have to take separate cars since BDNF is coming back on Monday with a load of furniture. And Ruckus and I are going to visit grandparents until Thursday.
So, radio silence from this end today.
Happy Friday, y’all!
Well I guess I wont show you the Team Sky cycling top I bought, WITHOUT even having a road bike yet
I don’t know why I have such a chip on my shoulder about kits. I mean, I am totally fine wearing real running gear for running. Why do the superheroesque costumes of cycling bother me so much? I have yet to figure that out.
Just wait and see…I’m totally going to end up getting a kit one day.
But I honestly don’t see the need for the kind of riding I do now and in the near future.
I forgot to mention…on my way into work I got acknowledged by a guy out cycling. First time since I started bike commuting on my Trek Navigator in 2008:
Then switching over to my mtb in 2010:
And by cycling I mean road bike, kit, in the drops.
And by acknowledged I mean two fingers raised across his chest.
He was flying down the same hill I was powering up.
And by powering up I mean I was down low and spinning but moving fast.
Maybe it was because I am finally on a “real” bike:
Also, I was wearing neon yellow running shorts. In fact, ones exactly like these:
And a white tank top. In other words, I was wearing running clothes. And my inappropriate sling backpack, which is also bright yellow.
So, maybe all he could see were the bright colors and though I was kitted out?
I have zero plans of ever wearing a kit. Because I have zero plans of ever seriously eventing. I will probably get a pair of those loose cycling shorts for longer rides and stick with the running tanks. I absolutely don’t need to wear bike specific clothes for my 2*7 mile commute. I probably don’t need it for a 30-40 mile ride. But eventually I may end up doing long rides and I’ll get some padded shorts for it.
Anyway, street cred - for real or a case of mistaken identity?
Today I used my new Nike+ GPS watch. I got a new GPS watch because the strap on my Garmin was falling apart (yes, I realize I can get a new strap AND I will do that) and because the Garmin was way big for cycling. And I wanted one that wouldn’t look too crazy as just a watch. The Nike is still big but it’s nicer looking. It was right at $100 (no foot sensor).
However, I think I will send it back. It only tracks minute/mile and it rejects anything outside of normal human running limits. So, if you cycle a 3:30 minute/mile it will throw it away.
Too bad, because I like the interface and the look of it. If they could add a cycling function then it would be perfect.
Anyway, interestingly enough, it said my ride was 7.02 miles rather than 7.5. However, I can believe both the Garmin and the Nike will record time correctly. So, whatever the true distance my commute route is today I did in 31:44.36, which is the fastest yet. About 13.3 mph. I was blessed with only one light, which was short. I felt way, way more confident today, though I did catch myself making bad decisions.
What that means is that my mountain bike had become an extension of my body. I could ride it without thinking or being too aware of the road conditions or the physical aspect of riding. All I had to do was pay attention to traffic and my body could respond to any obstacles or stimulus encountered.
However, Diane is not yet an extension of me, but today I started treating her like one. Unfortunately, my balance is still not quite refined enough and I don’t have the correct instincts for road conditions, etc. On Tuesdays ride I encountered a 2 mile stretch of very wet road. It had apparently rained recently on that part of the route. But I road through it like I would my mountain bike, including cornering. I caught myself doing it right as I entered a part of the route where the road is more slick (Atlanta roads are generally rough) and I realized I could wipe out if I didn’t chill.
So, I still have some acclimating to do.