Day 2

Somewhere between the four mile walk on Saturday, the fifteen mile ride on Sunday, the 8 mile errand bike ride, and the night swimming lesson, both of which where on Monday.  My will seems to have gone with the sun.  Completely gone for the day.  Normally, I'm quite cheery on gloomy days. It's the sunny days that get me down. Don't ask, I'm just as confused as you are.

After dinner, we watched the latest episode of Game of Thrones while our stomachs settled down.  As we were watching our show, I could hear the rumble in the distance.  Rain was coming.  Begrudgingly, I put my wind vest on. I put all the lights on my trusty steed, and out there door I went. I didn't have a destination or a determined number of miles I had to ride. I just had to ride to get day two out of the way.

Ten minutes later and 1.58 miles later, I was home again.  Gasping for air, and my head cap drenched in sweat.  No more than 30 seconds after I walked in the door with my trusty steed by my side, the heavens spoke and unleashed a torrent of rain over my neighborhood.  I chose a good time to go out and come back home.

Even though I was tired and I didn't want to ride, I found myself going as fast as I could.  The words from our swim coach seem to echo in my ear.  "Pace yourself Zeus!"

Be Safe and Be Green.

I just had to ride...

Lately, I've been a little impatient.  I just want to start the 30 days of biking. I'm very curious to see if I can bike everyday for 30 days.  Even when I plan to go out on the weekends, the plan falls through the cracks and I find myself wondering where the weekend went.

Today, after writing out some bills that have to be mailed in.  I was about to start looking for my shoes to go to the post office box in the corner when the thought hit me.  I don't have to be at work for another 2hrs. Surely I can get my new road bike and head out to the actual Post Office.  It's only 3.2 miles away, and there are two brutal 50ft climbs in the way.  One on the way there, and one on the way back (Reminds me of grandpa's story. "It was uphill! Both Ways!").  It's 50°F outside, with the wind blowing 10+ mph. Sure, I got this.

35 minutes later, I was home.  I was cold, my nose was red, my feet felt like they were frozen, but I felt great.  I biked 6.3 miles to drop off one letter.  It beats driving any day, and I even got my daily exercise done.

Next Monday, day 1 starts... I can't wait...

 Before you go off to see your regularly scheduled program, watch this short video.  Maybe you can join me for the 30 days in April.



As of 3/25 1:20 P.M.  I'm still the only one from San Antonio to do the 30 days of Biking pledge...

Be Safe and Be Green.

Fire!

Yeah, this is not going to play nice with my allergies...

It's Hot Outside

The past week or so have been an exercise in patience.  The temperature down in the south Texas oven quickly climbs after 10am.  It's already 92 degrees outside and it's not even 11:30 AM as I type this.  The weather forecast calls for near 100s for the rest of the week, and my chances of going out early are slim...  I guess I will have to brave out the summer heat in the early evening...

     I love biking but where do I draw the line between the health benefit of riding and getting cooked alive in the South Texas sun?