So, maybe it’s my karma coming back to bite me, but riding across the GG bridge with no voice is not only no fun but feels hazardous! I say this has to do with karma because I have, on countless occasions, thoroughly enjoyed scaring tourist by yelling at them to get out of my way as I zip by top speed. Maybe this was just my test to see how pleasant I could be as I crossed the bridge. Results… I’m a very pleasant person on my bike when I don’t open my mouth!
I woke up without a voice yesterday morning and besides the usual things like not being able to pick up the phone, it hasn’t been a problem until safety dictated that I let people know I’m coming by on the bridge. Luckily I had a friend to follow across in one direction so she did the yelling. I actually thought about purchasing a bell or whistle for my solo return trip but realized that if I crossed right after the west side opened to bikes at 3:30, the tourists would have not yet figured out to ride over there and the commuter cyclists would all still be at work. I did actually see one woman with a mini tripod and video camera fastened to her handlebars but the path was not too crowded and at the last minute she noticed me, thus avoiding a collision.
I rode North today for a session with my friend who is working towards her personal trainer certification. What this means for me is I got a free session and learned some new exercises. I had a great time balancing on the bosu ball while she threw another ball weighted with sand in funny loops towards me (think core!), sashaying across the floor with my feet encircled by a resistance band (great outer glutes work) and sliding my feet together and apart on “workout frisbees” (these look suspiciously like they came from an infomercial!) while in push-up position (more core and inner thigh). She taught me a new lat pulldown/shoulder press combo (straight arm cable lat pulldown, other arm dumbbell shoulder press) and a one armed back row with one leg on the bosu, other knee coming up to 90 degrees each time arm rows.
I was dreading the ride back up the Sausalito hill so I stopped for a latte to postpone the misery. The temperature was perfect and I enjoyed being in the sunshine. Once back on my bike, I began the climb and my thoughts drifted to my first time riding out of Sausalito- when I was on my old mountain bike. I barely made it up to the bridge, put my bike back on the car, then drove home and into my garage with my bike still on the top of my car. I dented the top of my car, bent the bike rack and broke the bike fork in two. This was two weeks before my first Wildflower triathlon. That fateful move prompted me to finally go out and buy a road bike. I’ve loved my Bianchi ever since- and today riding up the hill was surprisingly easy!
22.5 miles bike, quick pace on the way out, easier pace on the way in- concentrate on keeping knees in and core solid to protect back
session with a trainer (see above!)
stretching and full body roll-out