Century training 9/4 by lavagal at Garmin Connect – Details

Century training 9/4 by lavagal at Garmin Connect – Details.

Dang it was tough to get out the gate this morning. I’m a morning person. John is not. He doesn’t like to look at me in the morning without his sunglasses on because I’m too bright and sunny for him. I’m all bubbly and ready to go and he avoids eye contact. Somehow this wacky marriage works.

I gave him an out.

“Top off my tires and go back to bed,” I offered. I can ride alone.

I can’t make out his response, but he tops off my tires and wheels the bike into the garage.

“Give me a few minutes and I’ll ride with you,” he says. The first breakthrough all morning (granted it’s only been a few minutes so far)! Do I hear angels?

So I go out front and hang with the fat furson Comet and give him some food and stand at the end of the driveway and let the

Garmin connect with the satellites while I catch deep yogic breaths. Mornings aren’t supposed to be tense, right? Breathing…

And with the hiss of a barrel full of snakes the valve blows on my BACK tire (of course) and Comet jumps three feet in the air and scurries into the yard and John comes out with some colorful language and I continue to take deep yogic breaths.

“Don’t tweet this,” he says. “Watch me do this so you know how.”

I put the iPhone down and observe. I’ve done it, but he’s so quick.

By now he’s awake, and we finally hit the road sometime around 8am, a good hour or more later than we had planned. Typically, Kalanianaole Highway was congested. It’s very intense riding there, but it’s better than other busy thoroughfares on Oahu.

We went to Triangle Park in Kahala twice. It was a good ride for both of us. Uneventful. No disasters. Windy as heck. And we broke that 40-mile cherry. Yay! When we were done, my legs ached. I hope that’s because I just came back from the brink of death by dehydration. I was telling my toes and thighs they still had to put out for the 100-mile Century on Sept. 26. They whined. I chased Ibuprofen with electrolytes down my throat. We’ll be back Monday. John has a run tmrw morning at Kalaeloa.