Just wasn't in the cards (or the legs) this morning. A lot of times I have to shake my blahs when I get going. I just push one foot in the circle in front of the other. Just go. Figure out the details later.
I had some good moments this morning, but a lot of nagging stuff too. My ego got bruised as I got passed on two seperate occasions. Shouldn't be a big deal, but it bummed me out as part of me really enjoys passing others. I know better than to make this into some sort of competetive thing...but it's part of my hard-wiring.
The good news: I was out there for three hours. It was good. I was doing my work. There's going to be up and down days. No biggedy. Do the damn thing.
May 16
and feeling the wind. Unrelenting, say I!
The ride went a solid 35-40 miles this morning -- up the hill as close as I could touch to Boulder City, then rushing back down, including a little side jaunt toward Lake Las Vegas. Didn't actually go too far down that road, but put a couple of extra miles in.
I came up with the title I'm going with for now for the documentary: "Share the Road". I will use the art work that is a combination of the classic green and white sign or yellow and black sign -- simply drawn and within that form. There's great familiarity there and I like the double entendre of "Share the Road" (NOTE: always stretch out before attempting a double entendre -- you could pull a hammy).
I had thought of this title back when I first started writing but for whatever reason it didn't stick too hard then. I saw a sign this morning and it just felt right. It's a good feeling to have a title I like -- helps with the investment package. I'm going to send it out today to one friend. I need to get more aggressive with it, though. I'm also applying for a couple of grants. If I can just get enough to get out there, I'll let the rest take care of itself (finishing fund grants are available -- got to apply...).
May 18
Went out to Jean again this morning -- and one mile beyond just because I always like to add a little...even if it is just a very little.
It was funny, though, as I rode out I felt very strong. I hadn't been feeling great about my last several rides -- just missing that high I had been getting pleasantly used to. But this time, I had it. It's like floating. The closest I can come to it in terms of past memory is when I was scuba diving. When you get equalized and your neither floating up nor sinking down, one kick of the fin can send you rushing through the ocean -- amazing.
When it's "on" for biking, it feels like that. Yesterday felt like that and what was truly amazing about it was that this road out to Jean is not an easy one -- it's slightly uphill for most of the way and, from what I remember, just a grind on the way out (followed by a rocket blast on the way back in).
So I pull into Jean, having made up numerous reasons for why I was able to ride so well -- I was well-rested, I have achieved another level of growth on the bike, I'm Superman, etc. -- when I look up and see the American Flag stiffly blowing south...the direction I'd been travelling.
Oh.
You mean, this was "wind-assisted" as they like to put next to sprinters who have...what, more than 5 mph at their back? Something like that. Sigh. So the ride back was not quite like being shot out of a cannon...more like riding up the side of one, but that's okay. I had the great punch line of me and my ego to laugh at all the way back.
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