Workout day 41, @postaday #postaday2011 day 23.
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Sun, Jan 23, 2011 8:03 AM Hawaii Time
Activity Type: Road Cycling | Event Type: Training
Good Sunday morning ride. I kept passing guys, including a pair of self-important dudes talking while riding shoulder-to-shoulder on Kalanianaole Hwy traveling west. So I had to get in the traffic lane and sweetly declare “on your left,” while inside I was saying something entirely different.
I added the little valley that is fronted by the Hawaii Kai Post Office and runs along Kuapa Pond. If the light stays green at that forked intersection, I often go straight. But I wanted to add a little bit of distance to today’s ride. The wind is brisk and crisp, and I was worried it might slow me down. It did a little, but not much. One of the guys I passed was an older gentleman on a bike with fat tires, with a backpack, long-sleeved yellow t-shirt. Each time I’d turn into a valley, he’d leap frog me, and then I’d pass him on Kalanianaole Hwy. On the third time I passed him, right by the bridge past Niu Valley Shopping Center and amid all of that sewage work and cones, I said, “On your left! Three time’s a charm!” so I hope he was cheered by that.
Whether I’m riding alone or riding with John, I often find myself thinking about what to write, what’s going on with my family, my job, my friends. I think about how bugs taste, how there are always tears streaming down my face because the sunglasses don’t really break the wind there. I think about the whales in the sea, the runners on the street, the bikers, the busses, the tourists, the broken glass, the roots pushing up the road, the trash cans still out after yesterday’s collection.
When I get out of the saddle to pedal fast I remember how it feels to be a little kid in New Jersey again, off on an adventure with my small-time kid friends as we pedaled from Riverside, through Delanco, through Beverly, along the back roads,through the peach orchards, to stop at McDonald’s in Willingboro with my $1 for a Filet-o-Fish, an orange-ade, and French fries.
Before I know it, I have to wrap up the ride. As I near home, I start shifting out of kid mode and into into wife and mother mode, tucking the little girl away until next time I ride. John had banana pancakes and a frothy mocha waiting for me, and the girls were already licking the syrup on their plates. And everyone wants to talk at once.