Bike Experiment Day 3

Bluebell gets stolen.

This does not bode well. Need I say more?

5:15 am
The alarm blares for UCSD masters. I switch it off. I slept like crap because of my cold, and I opt for to swap the workout for more sleep.
10:15 am
Feeling a bit better, I roll out the door on Bluebell. Now that I've skipped masters swim, my backpack only weighs 7.5 lbs. I also readjusted my backpack so it sits lower on my back. It's waaay more comfortable. I may have hit upon something here.
10:25 am
I curse and hate life again as I toil up Torrey Pines hill. Sweat drips down my face. I realize I actually am battling a low-grade fever along with my cold. The sky is gray and thick with clouds and the air is damp.
10:45 am
I reach my final destination at lab. I start to feel a bit better. My sinuses feel more clear, and I have a bit more energy.
11:40 am
I turn down a ride from my professor to a seminar at UCSD, hop on Bluebell and roll towards campus.
11:55 am
I arrive at the same time as she does, feeling quite proud of myself. I lock her to the bike rack with my cable lock...afterall, I'll only be gone an hour. Little do I know, it's the last time I'll ever see her again.
1:05 pm
I walk out to the bike rack and can't find Bluebell. I look around, confused. Slowly, reality sinks in. I hit the big blue button on the Emergency call box and report Bluebell as stolen to the police. It has now started to rain.
1:30 pm
The police arrive, and I give them a full description. My collegue from lab comes to pick me up. I reluctantly accept a ride back to lab in his vehicle....

Miles Biked:
7.5
(total this week: 46)
Gas $ Saved (gas is $4.45 today!):
$1.78
(total this week: $10.13)
Total Calories Burned:
250
(total this week: 1750)


The rest of the day, it rains steadily, almost unheard of this time of year in San Diego. My cold is coming on really strong now--I can hardly breathe and my fever is building steam. Plus, I have a 6:30 pm appointment. It's as if God is telling me not to bike today. Between the weather, the oncoming darkness, my stolen bike, and my cold, I get a ride home from Brent and drive to my 6:30 appointment. I feel defeated. I know the battle has been lost but the war is not over yet.



Me on Bluebell at the Devil Dog Duathlon in 2006. She was my first road bike. I did my first triathlon on her in St. Louis in June 2004. I did my first half-Ironman on her. She will be deeply missed.