It goes without saying that I don't do mornings. A few years ago, when I was living in Arlington, I was riding pretty seriously- 70-100 miles a week. I quickly discovered the air quality was untenable during the summer.
It made for a very nice morning today. I woke up before the alarm, and had my bike racked and my
My Tri team has a lot of really nice people, and their best personality trait: they are even more bike-crazy than me. So we can sit around and talk gear and tire changing and how high someone's seat should be and the colors of clips on pedals until we are blue in the face. I mean, with whom can I discuss the merits of the hitch-mount tray rack? Or find out which bike shop really DOES have a mysogynistic mechanic? I rode with Coach Mike and Chris the newbie. I think the coach felt all paternal and protective of him... until Chris got onto a straightaway and just peeled off. Coach Mike looked at me and said, "Oh. I guess we better go catch him." And it was WORK! So my buddy Ben has not just me, but also Chris to raise money for a good cause.
And a 7AM start time was really, really fun. (But, sorry, Mom, I STILL won't get up to do a road trip at that time. The fun of a 5:51AM alarm will remain attached solely to biking exploits. Unless you are buying breakfast. In which case I'll get up, but I won't drive.)
We wrapped up just as the dark grey clouds rolled in, spitting the first drops of what would become a torrential downpour that would finally, blessedly, break the heat. Same time next week, eh?