Riding for fun and contemplation instead of pain.

John shoots the Benderettes at the Washington Monument. He takes his art seriously.

@postaday 181; #postaday2011.

I have yet to get a good night’s sleep. We’ve been back since Tuesday evening, and I’m still waking up at 2:30 or 3 a.m. and tossing and turning. Such was the case this morning, again, despite yesterday’s ride that hurt like birth. Well, not quite, but, it hurt.

The shot. And yes, that's me shooting back.



My stats:

Time: 01:32:55
Distance: 22.65 mi
Elevation Gain: 344 ft
Calories: 523 C
Avg Temperature: 81.7 °F
Time: 01:32:55
Moving Time: 01:21:37
Elapsed Time: 01:32:55
Avg Speed: 14.6 mph
Avg Moving Speed: 16.6 mph
Max Speed: 33.0 mph
The Benderettes chilling at the Washington Memorial's shady side.

Got on the road at 7:18 this morning and did just my short valleys ride, 22.65 miles. I started loosening up once I got back by the Hawaii Kai post office, and the tail wind pushed me to town nicely. I’m on a quest to bring to surface my inner athlete. She’s in there somewhere. Because I was still kind of achy from yesterday’s hill climbs, I skipped them today. I was in that frame of mind where I wanted to have fun with my ride instead of suffer. And when I don’t have John along, it’s easy for me to talk myself out of suffering.

In Aina Haina, I saw an old Chinese man walking on the sidewalk, holding a sleeping baby girl with pink bloomers on. It was like peeking in on a private moment. A baby girl that probably fussed about so much in the house that he took her out and held her until she fell asleep in his arms. A few blocks deeper into the valley, I saw an old Japanese woman walking around in her yard of old plumeria trees, her hands clasped behind her, her shoulders stooped with age. What was she thinking?

Any time I’m out riding, I spend most of my time looking at the tiny rear-view mirror that’s attached to my sunglasses for the traffic that’s bearing down upon me. As much as I’d like to contemplate the scenery, the landscaping, the window treatments, or what’s parked in the driveways, I really cannot take my attention off the surface before me, the vehicles behind me, and the traffic patterns with which I participate, until I hit the lesser roads. Contemplating the statuary on Kahala Avenue always puts a smile on my face. Perhaps it will be a beautiful park of monuments when Gensiro Kawamoto is through making his mark on the tony neighborhood. Maybe it will even have a reflecting pool. Maybe it will be open to the public, like the Mall in Washington, D.C.

I hope to get another ride in tomorrow, since it’s a three-day weekend. I hope when I go back to work Tuesday, I’m myself again. I’ll be happy when the drag of jet lag bags.

Author: lavagal

Hawaii Kai wife and mom. Melanoma Stage 3a Cancer survivor. English Language Learners Coordinator and Paraprofessional Tutor. Super sub teacher. Dormant triathlete. Road cyclist and Masters swimmer. Gardener. Mrs. Fixit. Random dancer. Music Curator. A teenager trapped in an aging body. Did you know 60 is the new 40? It is.

3 thoughts on “Riding for fun and contemplation instead of pain.”

  1. Hurt like birth? I myself cannot remember that far back. 😉

    Kawamoto’s statuary will be more impressive after it’s painted. Wait and see!

  2. @lavagal Very nice post! Your writing is quite descriptive! It was almost as if I was on the ride with you. My ride today wasn’t as exciting. Intended to get 30 miles in with my 3 kids as a family outing on the Cardinal Greenway, but only got in a disappointing 14 miles due to a flat tire. I’m hoping to get a full 100 miles tomorrow. You’ve motivated me after a bad day. Thanks for the inspiration!

  3. David: I had a puncture the weekend before we left. I got help from a couple after two of my tubes popped, and I rode home about 6 miles or so out of the saddle, just in case the candy wrapper slipped between the tube and the tire didn’t hold up! You’ll have a better ride tomorrow! Have fun with it! Mahalo for reading! I’m putting up one other photo, so check back again to see it, OK?

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