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Last night when I was in the van, leaving The Mothership, leaving behind a work week, leaving town for the three-day Labor Day weekend, I got a text from John. He wanted to ride bike with me today. Of course, I said yes! I often ride alone, but it’s great when he goes along for the ride. He is a great bicyclist, and now he is a runner. We left home about 7:15 a.m.
It was windy. Windier than windy! As we were heading north toward Kamiloiki and Makapu’u Hills on Lunalilo Home Road, I ducked and cursed the wind and wondered to myself why I don’t ever sleep in. Why don’t I? Why am I so hard on myself? Why not wake up and make fried brown rice and slide a couple of over-easy eggs on top? Splash of Tabasco. Tall hot mocha with whipped. Why not?
John and I logged in 36 miles. We did the hills, we went to Waikiki, we came back. We worked hard. It’s a good feeling to have done it, but man what a ride! Check my Garmin stats here.
Sitting around is for old people, grown ups, those who say tsk-tsk, and those who are of a certain age. The Red Hot Ladies is a bicycle group here on Oahu who are all over 50. When I hit that birthday, I joined them, but only for a little bit. They’re lovely, they are refreshing, interesting, and interested! They stop and smell the plumeria! I don’t ride with them because they don’t start as early as me and I tended to go faster. A week ago one of them turned 70. These women blend their age, spunk and sense of adventure so well! It’s so admirable! Whenever I see them, I always holler, “HI RED HOTS!” They are the coolest chicks on bikes. They give me hope. They tell me that growing old doesn’t mean giving up.
I ran into Margie Davis at Kahala Mall Center today. Over Jamba concoctions, we planned a 630 a.m. workout at Kaimana Beach so I can learn and practice my transition for the Na Wahine, which is September 11. I have the best girlfriends!
After taking our bicycle ride, Kid1 to robotics, running a few errands in town and of course the (GULP!) Costco run, we are finally home and relaxing. And, yes, I’ll be setting my alarm to get down to Waikiki for some more training.
Years ago when I was a teenager and my parents were getting divorced, I told my mom, who was going out with girlfriends and on dates nearly every night, that she should stay home and sleep.
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” she said. I kinda know what she means.