Life is Like Riding a Bicycle

My last day at HMSA is Friday. I’m thrilled and terrified and excited and anxious all at the same time. What can I say? Bring it on, LIFE!

“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” – Albert Einstein, a really smart guy.

Yesterday I rode my bicycle up Sierra Drive and it was the hardest thing I had ever done on a bicycle. Here are my stats. About 85 percent up the street I started seeing stars, so I had to unclip and get off before I blacked out. I inhaled my Albuterol, sucked down a double latte Power Gel, chased it with some water, and got my lungs back. Then I got back on my bike and rode it all the way to the top. It wasn’t pretty. It was awful. And as I approached the top, Coach Sonya had me zigzag up the street to help me handle the steep grade. I don’t know what that grade is, but I had reached 1,293 feet when I rode around Maunalani Circle and caught my breath. Coach KC was waiting for me up there and I was glad she helped me hustle up that final climb. If it weren’t for TryFitness Hawaii, I never would have even tried. It took me half an hour to get from bottom to top. I was somewhat faster going back down.

One of my favorite things to do on my bike is to fly down Makapu‘u and Heartbreak Hill (Kamiloiki), sometimes going as fast as 40mph. It’s exhilarating and takes less than a minute, as you can imagine. But coming down the winding Sierra Drive had to be done carefully and without that usual sense of free falling I tend to enjoy. It was as much a workout for my hands and forearms as I feathered my brakes all the way down to Waialae Avenue.

Glad I did it? Sure. Do it again? Hellas to the NO! The experience was designed to be more challenging than the bike portion of the Honu Ironman 70.3 triathlon. If I could do this, I could do that on June 1. The swim? Check. The ride? Check. The run? The run? Well, that still needs work. I’m fairly certain that if my swim and ride are on the swift side, I’ll finish the run within the allotted time.

After the ride I went home and washed the sheets and towels, made pizza dough, started labneh (yogurt cheese), watered the garden, and did that wife and mother thing. And contemplated my future. Life is interesting.

To keep my balance, I must keep moving.

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A Grimace or a Smile?


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Peddling my drug.


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So who rests on Sunday?

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I am exhausted! I know I don’t have to get out of bed at 5:45 a.m. on the weekends and ride my bicycle, but I like to. Today I did about 32.5 miles, including Kamiloiki and Makapu’u hills before heading to town and Diamond Head. After yesterday’s easy ride at just 22 miles or so, I knew I was slacking off, so I decided to do the hills today.

Breakfast: A stupid white donut.

Fueled by a little coffee and a stupid white cake donut, I really felt the strain of climbing Kamiloiki. Honest to goodness, I felt like I was having a hot flash while doing the climb, which means I felt like I was going to black out and fall. But I didn’t. I never have. Hot flashes, what the hellas? I was getting them quite frequently earlier this year, then they stopped. My body doesn’t know if it wants to be a teenager or what. It’s as though hormones are the great gag gifts of life.

Here are today’s stats from my ride. Average moving pace 16.3 miles, and given I climbed some big hills (big for me), that’s a pretty good pace for me.

RANT ALERT: On the way back from Diamond Head, this guy driving tourists in a white van came very close to me on the shoulder. It set me off. So, yes, there I was across the street from the Aina Haina Shopping Center saluting that van. I caught up with it at the light by Grace Bible Church and I yelled, “ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?” I mean really, SCARING people on their bicycles is not a sport. And if you get off doing that, then you better reconsider your thrill thresholds. Honestly, do not think that I am going to let you get away with it. The fact that this driver, who would not turn his head to look at me, had every seat full of bewildered Asian tourists, was all the more reason I was going to really give it to him. Auto accidents are INCONVENIENT, but charitable driving gets everyone everywhere they want to be.

Awesome breakfast.

Oh, so why am I tired? Because after the ride, I made an awesome breakfast, and then I assembled the stew. We used the grill so the kitchen wouldn’t get even hotter on this hot, hot October day. It’s on the grill for another three hours. Nap time!

Dodging the raindrops in East Oahu.

Red at rest at Diamond Head. Good waves today! Surfer chick with her board.

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Apparently, there was a deluge while my family was at Hawaii Kai Towne Center, as they got a kick out of sharing the details of the event with me when I got home from my ride. They asked if I got rained on. I didn’t! I got sprinkled on just about everywhere, but nothing substantial. Nothing like bucket-over-the-door downpour! Thank goodness! I don’t mind riding in the rain, it’s just that no one in Hawaii knows how to drive in the rain, especially a driving rain. So I’d rather not be sharing the road with the overly cautious and the overly impatient.

I woke up this morning and the earache had gotten worse, so after my ride I went to the doctors and got ear drops and antibiotics. After John took off for work, I made myself a sandwich. This morning’s yogurt didn’t require much chewing, so I didn’t realize how bad this earache was! Yup, chewing was difficult. I’m thinking it might be wise to make a pot of soup for dinner.

All this means that my plans for attending a free ocean-swim clinic at Hilton Hawaiian Village tomorrow are dashed. I’ve decided that I’ll ride my bicycle there, listen to the land lesson and tell Coach Joe Lileikis laters when they launch into the sea.

I know I bellyache about the winds a lot, and the hills, and doing the hills in the wind, but there they were again. But I can really tell that I’m getting stronger. I still heave and my heart rate hit 173 today, but I feel as though I am getting stronger.

My stats are at Garmin Connect.

I left the house around 7 a.m. and got up Kamiloiki and Makapu’u hills without strong, handsome escorts who can stand up and discuss the roadkill with me while climbing. I love them, I hate them. LOL. It’s always a treat when the people who pass are pleasant. If I spent enough time with any of these handsome men, I’d probably pair them up with single girlfriends I have. Or boifs. I have all kinds of friends and I want them all to be happy.

The best thing about my ride is going down Kamiloiki or Makapu’u when Team Jet or TryFitness or Team Bocca are coming up. They would all pass me, I’m sure, but, since I’ve already had my hurt, I just tighten up and ride like the wind!



Admiration for Tinman Triathletes.

Drizzly morning at the start of the Hawaii Tin Man in Waikiki.

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“But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man/
That he didn’t, didn’t already have…”

When I grow up, I wanna be a triathlete, too!

This morning I woke up early, the same time I get up for work, to ride my bicycle at the butt-crack of dawn to see the start of Hawaii’s Tinman triathlon event at 5:45 a.m. My ride in Hawaii Kai was already coned off but I passed the cone truck on Kalanianaole Highway before Maunalua Bay, so I was extra careful on the way to Waikiki. Along the Waialae Country Club golf course, I encountered no cars, and none passed me on Kahala Avenue until I was approaching Black Point. Then, while on Diamond Head Road, there was some punks-in-hot-rods stupidity going on at the lookouts. I expected to get harassed, especially when the BMW driver turned his lights on as I passed, but they didn’t bother with me. Thank goodness.

Triathletes and their bicycles launch through the chute at Kapiolani Park.

I got down to the Tinman start, which was relatively calm with the hum of triathletes tweaking their transition spots, and walking over to the start of the swim. I ran into two of my friends, Kevin, aka @ElementalGeek on Twitter; and Margie Davis, the Koko Head kindergarten teacher who taught both of my daughters and is a good friend of the family. They were both really calm. I think the gray of the morning is conducive to pre-race mellowness.

Swim caps are used to segregate the swimmers, and the first “elite” wave was that of those in yellow caps. Water patrol, aka, contracted beach control dudes on stand-up “SUP” paddle boards and surfboards, helped the swimmers stay on course. I was relieved to see that, as my swimming time for the Na Wahine Festival Swim and Spin event in September could possibly double because I have a tendency to zig zag!  Continue reading