So far, so good. Everything is going very smoothly. At first, I was very tempted to jump in the truck. Would be sooo easy. Afterall, I already biked! I woke up early and went for a nice recovery ride with my new friend from next door. Plus, I got to ride Pandora with race wheels--she's all prepped and ready for next weekend's big race (San Diego International Tri).
By the time I got home, I didn't want to have to change to Strider (he's nice and all, no offense--but he's no Pandora) and ride up Torrey Pines to work. Plus, I knew I needed to stop by the BoA ATM, which was at least a mile in the wrong direction...uphill. Where is that whining coming from? I bungee-corded my light bike bag to the bike and hopped on Strider (tires already pumped and ready to go) in my lightly used bike clothes. No activation energy required. It doesn't get much easier than that. I just started pedaling. The whining, oddly enough, immediately disappeared.
I cruised through the ATM, weaving in-and-out of traffic hazards in the shopping center parking lot. I had no idea riding through a parking lot could be so dangerous! Way worse than riding on the road! I was hungry so I stopped by Jamba Juice for a smoothie. I nestled the cup in my bottle cage and sipped on ice cold Razmatazz with a whey protein boost on my ride in. It doesn't get much better than that.
southbound on 101 out of Del Mar. Ocean on the right, Torrey Pines straight ahead.
As I rode west through Del Mar and hit the coast, I smiled. How many people get to appreciate an ocean view on their daily commute? I was very glad I had ignored the whining voice in my head. Not only do I get to save gas $ and get some exercise, I get to relax and enjoy a little ocean therapy. Not a bad deal.
ocean view on my daily commute. Can we say I'm spoiled?